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A GLIMPSE OF LOVE 

OR THE DOCTOR’S WOOING 


By 

Flora A. Lindsay 

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Copyright, 1910, by Flora A. Lindsay 


Lindsay Publishing Company 

Makers and Distributors 
Seattle, Wash., and Portland, Ore. 


To My Brothers, 
Eugene and Adolphus 


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CHAPTER I. 


I 


Doctor MacDonald. 

^RAN-FAVER, how do you make wevo- 
lutions 

'That depends, my son, on what kind 
of revolutions you mean.’’ 

"Dood ones, of tourse, tause Muver’s doin to 
make some.” 

"Oh, well, may I ask what made you think 
about revolutions this morning?” 

"Faver told Muver it would soon be New 
Year and it was time to make ’em, and when I 
told him dood-by in the hall I asked if I might 
make some too, and he said, 'Sure,’ and I wanted 
to know how to make ’em, and he said he must 
hurry to Seattle, but you’d tell me how.” 

"Oh, yes, I see, — all right, when I come back 
from the post-office you come to my room and we 
will put our heads together and find out what we 
can do.” 

"All wite. Dood-by, wis you a peasant walk.” 

"Thank you. Good-by; Fll be back soon.” 
Dr. MacDonald gently stroked the curly head of 
his grandson and passed out for his morning 
walk to the post-office. The morning was an 


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A Glimpse of Love 


inspiration to one in tune with Nature, and the 
venerable doctor was responsive to all her moods, 
and whether she cast the radiance of sunlight 
over her charms as on this bright December 
morning or hid them behind a veil of mist, as 
was frequently the case in winter in this Puget 
Sound country, he felt the thrill of her beauty, 
and she had proven through years a constant 
source of comfort and strength when mind and 
body were overburdened by the duties of his 
profession that called upon him many times to 
become a "'man of sorrows and acquainted with 
grief,’' as was the Great Physician, whose leader- 
ship he had chosen in young manhood. He re- 
tired from active practice some years before, 
believing younger men better fitted to battle with 
disease so far as the rounds of visits go, but his 
mind and heart were alert on subjects that per- 
tained to relieving human suffering, and many 
young physicians drew upon his storehouse of 
wisdom to help them in critical cases. 

Dr. MacDonald paused a moment on the ver- 
anda and looked with gratified eyes upon a scene 
that ever suggested completeness to him, though 
for four years he had almost daily looked out 
upon it. He never felt that any change could im- 
prove upon the magnificent lay of land and water 


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Or the Doctor's Wooing 


that Nature had placed upon earth's bosom at this 
point, and this picture had become so much a 
part of his life he had found solace from the 
uprooting of his Southern home and the tendrils 
of his soul had taken hold upon this new spot, 
and where the soul finds home, that is home to 
the man. 

Though more than seventy years had passed 
over his head, the doctor walked briskly down 
through the yard, across the rustic bridge that 
spanned a brook, and started along the beach, 
taking deep breaths of the life-giving atmos- 
phere. The sun had risen above the crescent of 
hills that formed the background to his home, 
and its rays were searching out the high points 
of Whidby Island, bringing out varied lights 
and shadows of an evergreen forest. The water 
tossed prismatic colors gently up and down as the 
tide came in, as if careful not to frighten away 
this rare winter visitor; a beautiful yacht under 
full sail was cruising around Whidby ; two ener- 
getic tugs were puffing along with large barges 
of lumber and sand in tow, to be used farther up 
the Sound; the City of Everett was passing en 
route from Seattle to Everett. The snow-capped 
peaks of the Olympics were brought very near 
this morning by the rarified atmosphere, and as 


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A Glimpse of Love 


the doctor looked across the waters and lifted his 
eyes to their crest, he thought it impossible for 
any to say in their hearts, “There is no God,’' 
for so plainly were revelations of Him written on 
land and sea for learned and unlearned to read. 
Passing on more slowly now, he fell into a 
reverie, as many times before, as to the reasons 
for the failure of mankind to recognize God in 
His wonderful creations, making use of them for 
base as well as high purposes. His contempla- 
tion led to man, himself made in the image of 
his creator, yet by life of sin denying his divine 
origin. He thought of the varied ideas about 
the supreme being called God. To some He is a 
being with man’s characteristics, but with more 
power ; hence must be bribed to grant favors, as 
in dealing with earth’s potentates; others who 
think everything centers in self, believe Him 
capable of directing events for their special bene- 
fit, and piously talk of “Special providences” in- 
stituted in their behalf, though to a disinterested 
looker-on those events brought distress to others 
just as worthy as these self-complacent ones; 
others make of Him a judge cruel and vindic- 
tive in condemnation; while, on the other hand, 
some consider Him too loving to permit punish- 
ment to wrong-doers, so go on their course in 


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Or the Doctor's Wooing 


self-indulgence of appetites and passions. There 
are indeed gods many, in the minds of man, even 
in Christian America that nominally accepts one 
God as ruler of the universe. 

Dr. MacDonald was by virtue of his profes- 
sion and natural sympathies a student of 
human nature for the purpose of finding the 
best points, for he believed more effective reform- 
atory work was accomplished by overcoming 
evil with good than by negative appeals, as ''Do 
this” is stronger than "Don’t do that.” His 
policy was ever to fill his own and others’ lives 
so full of good works, evil would have no chance 
to enter. Though his profession had called him 
to the haunts of sin-cursed mankind, he still 
believed in the existence of the divine element in 
each human being and watched to catch a gleam 
of it in order to fan into a flame that might 
spread into a purifying element to consume a 
life of sin and the heart come out cleansed and 
centered on pure things henceforth. As he walked 
along, his thoughts were so intense he involun- 
tarily spoke in low earnest tones : "Yes, the 
image is there, though hidden ; I’ve seen it even 
in degraded man ; it can be — it must be restored. 
I’m just beginning to live. Possibly twenty-five 
years of mental, if not physical, activity, may be 


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A Glimpse of Love 


mine, and what may not be accomplished in a 
quarter of a century, since He did so much in 
three years, and He said greater things than 
those He had done would be done by his follow- 
ers. I begin to see what He meant.” Lifting his 
head, his eyes shining, involuntarily he acceler- 
ated his steps, thrilled by determination, every 
line of his body expressive of energy; age had 
no part of this man now ; spirit was controlling. 
The doctor’s thoughts were brought back to his 
immediate purpose by stumbling against a 
boulder and, looking down, he saw many little 
crabs scampering among the rocks, having been 
sunning themselves before his intrusion. Just 
ahead of him was the wire fence extending from 
the beach to the fish trap many feet out in the 
Sound, and its festoons of kelp reminded him 
of the back fence in the old Kentucky home 
which in autumn was covered with vines from 
which hung big and little, long and short or no 
handled gourds. Memory ever picks up points 
of resemblance to sacred things to woo us back 
to the purest and best, and the doctor’s disquiet 
was soothed by hallowed experience of love that 
centered around a devoted wife, the mother of 
his four sons and two daughters. Recalling his 
engagement with his grandson with a smile, he 


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Or the Doctor's Wooing 


hurried on past the dock where wagons loaded 
with evergreens were being unloaded to barges. 
Passing, he remarked to a driver : ''Lots of 
Christmas trees, my friend, but a little late for 
this year.’’ 

"Yes, rather, but this here Christmas tree busi- 
ness will last till another comes round if all them 
hills are cleared and tide flats filled in. Guess 
you know. Mister, these here go to Seattle.” 

"I heard something to that effect the other day ; 
seems too bad to hide all that beauty under mud.” 

"One way looking at it; suppose it is, but us 
fellers get used to fergettin’ everything but mak- 
ing money to pay for something fur us and the 
folks to eat and wear.” 

As Dr. MacDonald walked on, a voice came 
up from a barge : "No, sah, I ain’t been so stuck 
up since I cut backer fo them thare ’ristocratic 
farmers in old Kaintuck ; this spruce gum shorely 
do stick some.” 

Posting his letters and receiving the mail for 
the family, the doctor returned home by the sea- 
wall that protects the Great Northern railroad 
tracks from high tides, and soon he caught sight 
of his grandson with his dog, a handsome collie, 
watching for him from the rustic bridge. 

Dr. MacDonald was born 1834, A. D., near 


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A Glimpse of Love 


Frankfort, Kentucky, his parents having come 
from Virginia and located there soon after their 
marriage two years before. His parents were 
of sturdy Scotch descent and gave as an heritage 
to their children physical strength and early im- 
pressions of honor and rare good sense, so that 
when they started out in life each was well 
equipped to face the future, though not rich in 
bank accounts. 

It was the boy Roland’s delight to scale the 
Kentucky river cliffs or roam the hills and val- 
leys for miles around his home in company with 
his father and dog, listening to tales of Daniel 
Boone and other adventurers among early set- 
tlers, the reality of these stories impressed by 
finding now and then an arrow head of flint 
which may have tipped the arrow of a famous 
chief. His father and mother loved plants and 
studied the natures of wild flowers, shrubs and 
trees around their home, making their boy their 
companion, and to this early introduction to 
Nature by wise parents is due the doctor’s un- 
usually healthful mind, free from morbidness 
common to many as age advances. Love of 
Nature is as essential to lead her to reveal her 
beautiful self to man as loving, persistent wooing 
is to winning the sweest and best from woman. 


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Or the Doctor's Wooing 


As we look into the fearless blue eyes of the 
doctor, observe the tender curves at the corners 
of his mouth and feel the firm but gentle pres- 
sure of his hand in greeting, we recognize one 
of Nature’s noblemen and do not wonder that 
in young manhood he won the love of Mary 
Holton, a typical Southern girl, a brunette, 
spirited, somewhat spoiled by much attention, but 
capable of unlimited sacrifices for love’s sake if 
circumstances demanded. When her brown eyes 
looked into the depths of blue as her lover re- 
vealed by looks as well as words the longing of 
his whole being her soul responded unreservedly 
to his as her lips whispered : love you, Roland ; 

I am yours, you are mine.” 

Mary Holton MacDonald was true to that con- 
fession of love for forty years of married life, 
for her husband by his loyalty made it possible 
for her to continue day by day revealing the 
woman soul as wife and mother, and as her eyes 
looked for the last time on earth into the face of 
her husband, the soul light shone intensified by 
years of gratified love and the pale lips mur- 
mured : ''I love you ; I am yours — you are mine ; 
we are God’s,” and sweet sleep came to the tired 
body and a benediction of love rested upon the 


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A Glimpse of Love 


grief-stricken husband to sustain in hours of in- 
expressible loneliness. 

Soon after this tie to the old home was broken 
the doctor came west at the earnest solicitation 
of his youngest son, who had located in Seattle 
three years before, and by fortunate investments 
in real estate was becoming a leading business 
man of the city, assisted by his wife, a bright 
Western girl, a daughter of Mr. Carroll, the 
head of a realty company from whom young 
MacDonald received many practical lessons in 
his business, thus saving him long residence in 
Seattle before acquiring knowledge of property 
values according to location. 

Mr. Harold MacDonald had moved to his 
present home on Puget Sound, a fruit ranch 
of forty acres a short distance north of Edmonds 
and sixteen miles north of Seattle, before the 
birth of his little son, whose advent was hon- 
ored by the presence of Grandfather MacDonald, 
and the tie between the two had grown so strong 
the Doctor put off from time to time his return 
to his southern home, which was occupied by his 
oldest son, a prominent educator in the ''Blue 
grass country.’’ 

When the Doctor’s own children were babies 
his practice was so extensive he had to deny 


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Or the Doctor's Wooing 


himself the sweet companionship with them his 
heart craved, for his nature combined the tender- 
ness of woman with manly strength, so when 
baby Frank came he allowed himself leisure to 
caress the baby form and watch daily the unfold- 
ing of mind and heart and next to '^Muver’^ 
Frank went to '‘Dran-faver’' for sympathy in his 
joys and sorrows. Faith in his grandfather’s abil- 
ity to settle perplexing problems was unlimited, so 
when he had his promise to help him make 
^Svevolutions” he knew they would come out all 
right, whatever they were. 

An hour or so after the doctor returned from 
the post office, Frank emerged from his grand- 
father’s room, softly closed the door and with 
childish seriousness surveyed the surroundings 
as if in search of something or some one, but 
the hall was deserted, no sound came from his 
mother’s room, so he concluded she was putting 
baby sister to sleep. He went to the rack, took 
down his overcoat and by strenuous effort got 
his arms into their proper sleeves, buttoned it 
without more serious mistake than putting the 
first button hole over the second button, pulled 
on his toboggan cap and gloves, went out on 
the front porch, looked eagerly around and smiled 
when he saw Carlo lying stretched out in the 


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sun. He rushed over to the dog, put his arms 
around his neck, his cheek against the dog's head 
and said confidentially in a low tone: “Tarlo 
dey is all wite but we tant eat 'em tause dey 
aren't like pies and cakes, dough-nuts and fings." 
Here Carlo gave a sneeze which his master in- 
terpreted to mean disappointed disgust. ''Well, 
Tarlo, we don't need any more dood fings to 
eat after at dreat bid turkey, tran-berry sauce, 
plumbed puddin' an every fing else. When you 
det big as me I'll splain how to make wevolu- 
tions, but I tan tell you it means you must be a 
dood dog." Carlo yawned as if bored, but 
Frank was in a moralizing mood and went on: 
"You know you hurt at poor 'ittle kitten wivout 
any muver the other day." Just then Carlo looked 
down the path and saw a stray dog hesitating 
about coming across the bridge and he was off 
without a "by your leave" to his master, and sent 
that dog chasing a Great Northern train up the 
track. "Poor Tarlo tant talk so he is too' 'ittle 
to 'stand the 'portance of wevolutions, so I dess 
I'll do an see if lunch is weddy." In the evening 
when Frank saw the Great Northern local pas- 
senger train go by he stood sentinel at one of 
the front windows that commanded a view of 
the spot where his father would come in sight 


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as he rarely failed to come from Seattle on that 
train, as it brought him home in good time for 
dinner. Soon a man walking with business-like 
stride started up towards the yard entrance and 
with glad exclamation, ''Paver's tummin," the 
little fellow ran to the front door, opened it and 
bounded down the path, brown curls dancing, 
cheeks aglow, eyes shining and hands lifted pre- 
paratory to being taken into his father's arms. 
From around a corner of the house came Carlo 
barking his welcome or enjoyment of whatever 
excitement was participated in by his friend, so 
now he took his place beside the father with no 
conscience over having so unceremoniously es- 
caped the moral lesson earlier in the day. At 
the door stood Mrs. MacDonald with her babe 
smiling her greeting to her husband as he with 
their boy on his shoulder stepped on to the ver- 
anda. Master Frank slipped from his father's 
arms, gave a signal to Carlo and away they scam- 
pered in gleeful frolic around the porch, down 
the steps along the side of the house to the kitchen 
from which came a voice: "Youse better come 
in dis house dis minit and wash dem bans foe 
dinna." 

"Has you dot a bone for Tarlo, Aunt Sally?" 


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''I ain't got no bone fur no triflin' no count 
dogs." 

''Tarlo's 'tount dog, he runed anoder dog off 
dis very day, Aunt Sally." 

‘^'He did? Well, den spose I'll have to give 
him dis here bone. Here take it. Doan drap it 
on dis flo or grease dem close." 

'Thank you. Aunt Sally." 


CHAPTER H. 


w 


A Glimpse of Home Life. 

^ E would like to take a pessimistic bachelor 
to the door of the dining-room of the 
MacDonald home at the dinner hour in 
order to give him a strong suggestion of domestic 
content to cure his false idea that matrimonial 
joys are a myth gotten up by married men to lure 
peace-loving bachelors into the same predicament 
as they unwarily fell into or were led into by 
designing women who had gotten tired of sup- 
porting themselves or were unfortunate enough 
to believe in love or perhaps became uneasy lest 
they never have the prefix Mrs. to their names. 

The daintily decorated walls of the dining-room 
are in color scheme green, white and gold ; a few 


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well chosen pictures tell the refined taste of the 
home maker. A group of palms and fern with 
a Christmas flower to give color warmth, two 
hanging baskets of delicate trailing vines, a 
wreath of holly, a bunch of Oregon grape leaves 
in an artistic vase on a tabarouette, made a beau- 
tiful winter decoration in the bay window located 
at the east end of the room. 

The furniture of the room was selected for 
utility rather than display and this same quiet 
elegance in taste was shown throughout the house 
furnishings. 

A charming family circle sat at the round table. 
The fair young wife and mother seemed to the 
husband a pleasing possession as she smilingly 
presides over the tea cups, while he, to her, was 
the embodiment of manliness with enough boy- 
ish helplessness at times to draw him close to 
her, as woman ever feels the desire to mother 
those she loves, so a self-sufficient man who 
prides himself on getting along alone, fails to 
win the wealth of a woman’s love, for he cannot 
satisfy her craving for heart to heart companion- 
ship that comes only from mutual needs recog- 
nized by both man and woman. 

Their love for their little son is developing in 
them the highest type of manhood and woman- 


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hood as they try to guard his sensitive soul from 
any shock that will retard growth to the man he 
by nature is destined to become, and they know 
the impressions the father and mother make on 
a child the first few years of his life will color 
his whole future. 

Baby sister in her brief existence of three 
months has become a strong link in the chain of 
family affection and she, too, has great possi- 
bilities though now apparently only a mite of 
pink flesh with a gleam of intelligence as she lies 
in her buggy near the table cooing at her hands 
that move in a puzzling way, the little fist strik- 
ing her forehead when she aimed it to go into 
her mouth. 

The Doctor's benignant countenance as he sur- 
veys these children is worth studying, for it re- 
veals a heart satisfied and the reverence with 
which each member of the household treats him 
tells the place he occupies in their lives as coun- 
selor and companion. His personality bears a 
striking resemblance to our much loved Longfel- 
low as we know him through his poems and one 
of his last pictures. He seems to have grasped 
the seriousness of life, yet reveals no bitterness 
from its experiences, but still is animated with 
hope that better things are yet to be accomplished 


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by self and others, the only life giving stimulus. 

A quiet, cheerful hour is spent at the table, 
after which all withdraw to the library. The doc- 
tor and his son are so far in advance of the times 
they find no need of the after dinner wine or 
tobacco to soothe or stimulate their nerves, for 
their minds and hearts are so fully occupied by 
pleasing and profitable occupations and so thor- 
oughly in touch with the joys of home life with 
wife and children, ample stimulant and soothing 
potions are provided in a more healthful form 
than the poisons dispensed from decanter and 
handed out in cigar and cigarette boxes. 

Frank’s father cultivates acquaintance with his 
son in the evening after dinner before his retir- 
ing hour and while the mother is preparing baby 
for bed. They hold animated conversation in a 
cozy corner of the library, where a comfortable 
davenport furnishes ample room for the boy to 
wriggle without disturbing any one’s nerves or 
have his own harrassed by the '^do be stills” or 
''don’t do thats.” 

Grandfather sits in his Morris chair meditat- 
ing in front of an open fire and often an after 
dinner nap overtakes him and refreshes him for 
evening conversation with his son and daughter 
after the children are tucked in bed for the night. 


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Mrs. MacDonald often plays and sings some fav- 
orite songs before Frank's bed time, as the child 
loves music and the mother though not a great 
musician understands the refining tendency of 
music in the home, and tries to retain her knowl- 
edge and skill in performing, though she finds it 
difficult to take the time to practice, but she is 
passionately fond of it, and feels the need of 
giving expression to her thoughts and feelings 
by this medium and her nerves are rested from 
the routine of housekeeping that all home makers 
know becomes wearing by prolonged engagement. 
She is fortunate in having a husband who does 
not so far as he is able to see underestimate the 
value of woman's work, but appreciates the fact 
that she is as active a member of the firm of 
MacDonald & Co. as himself and his tender ex- 
pression of appreciation makes thrilling music in 
her soul and enables her to sing the old time 
favorite, ''Love's Old Sweet Song," with a heart 
full of the sentiment she knows meets response 
from the heart of her husband more fully than 
in days of courtship before marriage. 

Marriage to this young couple meant immeas- 
urably more than a civil contract. Each had an 
ideal to attain that demanded companionship to 
reach and that need was the drawing power that 


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led them to* each other a few years before the 
opening of this sketch, and year by year they 
are developing in each other the sweetest and 
strongest traits of character by cultivating pa- 
tience with each other's weaknesses, neither 
claiming infallibility, but trusting their own 
spirit's guidance rather than the fads and fancies 
of the worldly world or the religious world so 
called, for they believe their spirits are in tune 
with the source of love and are striving contin- 
ually to gain supremacy over their whole being 
and if allowed would create perfect harmony of 
body, soul and spirit that marks the perfect man 
as revealed in the life of the one personification 
of love, human and divine, who revealed man's 
possibilities and taught that aspiration and not 
self abnegation was the means of restoring har- 
mony between the man and his creative source 
we call God. 

''Harold, I see local option is gaining ground 
in the country at large." 

"Yes, I was talking with Mr. Duncan in Seat- 
tle today on the subject. You know he is a great 
prohibition leader and some time ago he ex- 
pressed himself as doubtful about the Anti-Sa- 
loon League's methods being a wise move to at- 
tain the end aimed at by the Prohibition Party, 


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but now he admits it may contribute by doing 
more or less towards cultivating public senti- 
ment/' 

''For my part I can't understand," said Mil- 
dred, "how party lines can be drawn by sober 
men of average intelligence to prevent their at 
least expressing sympathy with the aims of the 
anti-saloon element under what ever name they 
are known." 

"Well, daughter, I presume there is a psycho- 
logical reason for it, as there is for the strange 
inconsistency we see in ecclesiastic organizations 
leading them to hair splitting over human creeds 
resulting in excommunications and religious be- 
headings making their profession of Christianity 
a spectacle for the irreligious world to scoff at 
and accuser and accused forget in their personal 
grudges and fight all about the poor souls they 
claimed a while ago to be striving to snatch from 
everlasting hell fire." 

"In my office the other day a woman, member 
of a church, said she really didn't know whether 
it would be a good thing for a city to put down 
the saloons or not, as it would do away with so 
much business." 

"Yes, madam," I replied, "it certainly would 
do away with the largest part of the police force's 


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business, jailors would have to look up another 
job, charitable institutions kept up by state and 
private funds for paupers and inebriates would 
have to be used as schools for the higher educa- 
tion of honest but poor young people, and homes 
for worthy aged persons/’ 

Mildred looked at her husband with an ap- 
proving smile and asked : ‘What did she say to 
that?” 

“Her face turned red and she fidgeted in her 
embarrassment and said : ‘Oh, I see you are not 
of the opinion of other business men I hear talk/ 
I said possibly not, but it seems to me women 
who are the greatest sufferers from the intem- 
perance curse ought to be united in this fight 
against the saloons even if all the men were ad- 
vocating their being let alone.” 

“ ‘Women as well as men have to look out for 
business interests, Mr. MacDonald,’ she replied, 
‘a good many of us have to support ourselves 
the best way we can.” 

“Some of you have to support drunken men 
as well, too, do you not ? Madam, if the tempta- 
tion to drink was out of this land thousands of 
families that are now a disgrace to any com- 
munity would become respectable — the wife and 
mother who now has to go out to earn a living 


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for the family because of a drunken husband’s 
inability to earn a salary could spend her time 
where she rightly belongs, in the house with her 
children, making a home for all her family as 
only a woman can.” 

“What use, I wonder, would a woman like that 
make of the right to- vote if she had it,” said 
Mildred. “When I think of the use some of us 
women would make of the ballot I am an advo- 
cate of its being given us, but when I consider 
the fact that a host of illiterate, unprincipled 
women would have the same rights as those who 
are zealous for betterment of social conditions, I 
am very skeptical about the good being greater 
than the evil in the addition of women to the 
voting citizens.” 

“It is still a debatable question in the minds of 
many thinkers both men and women, though 
settled beyond dispute in the minds of the suf- 
frage agitators,” said the doctor rising and look- 
ing at his watch. “It’s lo o’clock, children, so I’ll 
bid you good night.” 

‘^Harold, I never cease being thankful you have 
had such a father to impress you all your life, 
such a blessing he brought to me in raising such 
a boy for me to love and then our love has 
brought us the children, and when we are seventy 


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we may have grandchildren to love us as Frank 
loves our parents. Oh, the possibilities of love 
are immeasurable.'’ 

The husband fondly drew the wife closer, 
kissed her in mute answer to her expressions of 
appreciation that were ever sweet to him and 
did more to make him strong than she who re- 
lied upon his strength ever dreamed, though he 
told her that she and his mother held up for him 
an ideal of woman that was an incentive to make 
a man manly in the true sense of the term. 


CHAPTER III. 


'iF' 


A Letter From a Friend. 

rATHER, here is a letter for you sent to 
Seattle in my care," said Mr. MacDonald 
on the evening of the last day of Decem- 
ber when he returned from the city. 

Dr. MacDonald looked at the upper corner of 
the envelope and read “C. E. Duvall, M. D." 
“Don't know him, but presume we can learn who 
he is from inside better than outside of letter." 
The doctor glanced over the letter, looked at the 
signature and exclaimed, “Well, well, well, Har- 
old, do you remember Charlie Duvall?" and then 


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became so absorbed in the letter Mr. MacDon- 
ald found it unnecessary to say more than ''yes’' 
to his father’s query. 

"I knew that boy had good stuff in him. Har- 
old, you remember Charlie Duvall used to 
come to our house toi play with you youngsters, 
about ten years olden than you as I remember; 
a slender, dark-eyed, black-haired boy, athletic, 
full of fun, but unusually thoughtful on serious 
subjects.” 

"He lived with his uncle there near Frankfort, 
didn’t he?” 

"Yes, he was an orphan and this bachelor un- 
cle, his mother’s brother, adopted him when he 
was a little boy and he died about the time Char- 
lie was grown and there were no near relatives. 
His uncle had but little means to leave Charlie, 
but he was plucky and bright, so he studied and 
worked, fitting himself to take a course in medi- 
cal college. He was there in New York the win- 
ter I went there ; here is what he says” : 

"San Francisco, Dec. 26, 1908. 

"Dear Dr. MacDonald : — I presume it will be 
a great surprise to you to receive a letter from 
me after all the years since we met (eighteen 
years I think), but I will briefly explain. I met 
an Eastern friend, Mr. Glore, here recently, who 


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passed through Seattle en route and who met 
you in your son's office, and thus I secured your 
address. It was an agreeable surprise to meet 
some one who had seen you so recently, and it 
has set memory to work and more than that I am 
booked for a lecture course in Seattle during 
February, and it is a great pleasure to look for- 
ward to seeing you and perhaps you will honor 
me by your presence at some of my lectures, as 
I remember you as a broad-minded student, 
though adhering to the regulations of the Allo- 
pathic school in your practice. I remember when 
I had that attack of fever when a boy and you 
attended me I felt your presence did me more 
good than the medicine you gave, but of course 
I couldn't understand why and if I had said any- 
thing about it I would have been laughed at, but 
I know now the psychology of it, and that it was 
not my imagination or my great admiration of 
you only that did me good. Possibly you remem- 
ber my telling you after I got well that I was go- 
ing to be a doctor like you. 

‘^We met the last time in New York, where 
you were at the Bellevue Hospital investigating 
special cases, while I was there for a thorough 
course. We had talks on the mental condition 
of the patient's effecting the body, and medicine 


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was powerless to cure sO' long as the disturbed 
mental condition existed. I turned my investi- 
gations more especially to try to determine 
whether the sick body made mental disquiet or 
mental disturbance created physical disease, and 
the more I studied the more complex the study 
became, as you realized many times in your prac- 
tice I judge from what I have heard you say. I 
determined to make myself clear if possible, but 
found little enlightenment from the doctors inter- 
viewed and books seemed scarce. Finally I de- 
cided to take my life in my hands and go to call 
on the hypnotist, Blair, who was creating quite 
a sensation there by his stage exhibitions, which 
consisted of amusing illustrations of the effect 
of suggestion on a hypnotized person. He fa- 
vored me with some private illustrations with his 
'subject’ on the action of the sub-conscious mind, 
all of which are no doubt familiar to you, but to 
me then were an eye-opener as an inexperienced, 
country boy trying to learn the 'old school’ meth- 
ods of treating disease as the only salvation for 
the body. To make a long story short (details 
can be given when I see you if desired), I con- 
tinued to study and the more I studied the more 
trouble I had to make up my mind to dose the 
stomach with drugs, so finally the only way I 


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could give drugs conscientiously was as an aid 
to suggestion, the mind of the patient having 
fixed that standard as the medium of recovery 
and a doctor's prescription authorizing the drug 
was also essential the same thing prescribed by 
a neighbor or friend not resulting satisfactorily. 
One observation after another led me to see need 
of the suffering public's being enlightened on 
practical psychology, so> I found myself ten years 
ago on the Pacific Coast preparing myself for 
the lecture platform, as my practice of Psycho- 
Therapeutics convinced me of its power where 
drugs failed as at first most of my patients were 
those who had become disgusted with themselves 
and doctors in their efforts to find medicine to 
cure their ills. 

''My lectures in Seattle are to be along the 
line of suggestive therapeutics in treating physical 
and moral disease. In as much as you have been 
indirectly the one who has led me step by step 
to my present work I shall take it as a favor to 
have you present at my first lecture, as an inspir- 
ation to me as an old friend and my boyhood 
ideal. I know even if you cannot agree with me 
in all points your criticism will be unprejudiced 
and as I have gone far enough in psychological 
study to catch a glimpse of its broad unexplored 


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fields, I hope to obtain from you much light on 
the path ahead as I continue my study. I intend 
to practice this method of treatment as my con- 
tribution to uplifting humanity. 

“Hoping to see you at no distant day, and an- 
ticipating much pleasure over reminiscences of 
our old Kentucky home, and in consultations on 
the great theme nearest our hearts, I am, 
“Respectfully yours, 

“C. E. Duvall.’’ 

“That sounds as if he were aiming high, 
doesn’t it ? Bless the boy — let me see, he is most 
grown up by this time — you are thirty-five, he 
ten years older, that makes him forty-five years 
old,” said the doctor. 

“He seemed quite a man to me when he left 
for New York, as he was twenty-four and I 
envied his being a man. I remember we boys 
used to tease sister about him, they are near 
the same age,” said Mr. MacDonald. 

“Yes, that’s true — it’s hard for me tO' think 
of any of you as grown up. I certainly will be 
glad to see Charlie again, especially since this 
letter shows he has been making use of the years. 
I’m glad he is studying along psychological lines, 
his intense nature will enable him to be a strong 
leader; as he commenced to study so young he 


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learned no doubt that man's intuitive faculties 
are valuable as well as his reasoning powers, so 
hasn't tried to suppress this gift that is usually 
found in a higher state of cultivation in woman 
than man." 

''Men," said Harold MacdDonald, ^'are not will- 
ing to give 'because' as a reason for their con- 
clusions as we laugh at women's tendency that 
way, and we are rather ashamed of having come 
to a conclusion without a labored process of rea- 
soning from data which may or may not be cor- 
rect, consequently the conclusion may or may 
not be correct." 

"I'm often amused at men's boast that reason 
lifts man above the brute as if that were the high- 
est ambition," said the doctor. "I say that rea- 
son lifts man above the brute possibly, but his 
intuitive faculties bring him in touch with his 
divine origin and the more willing he is to be 
guided by them the higher he rises in the scale 
of civilization. Most men seem to fail to recog- 
nize anything more in the intuitive faculties than 
animal instinct, so they pride themselves on their 
reasoning." 

"I, too, will be glad to see Charlie," said Mr. 
MacDonald, "and hope he will be out here with 
us enough to let us know him as a man. I judge 


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he will find you are not behind the times in psy- 
chological research, as many doctors pride them- 
selves on being. I am inclined to think they will 
have to wake up before long if these 'new 
thought' adherents make the impression on the 
public the next five years in proportion to their 
numbers as they have the last five." 

"Yes," replied the doctor, "the time is at hand, 
I think, when physicians will have to stand as 
rigid an examination on the laws governing the 
mental and spiritual man as has been required in 
dissecting the body. Of course we were taught 
something of the relation between the mental and 
physical man, but our remedies were directed to 
dosing the body to cure synijptoms and in diag- 
nosis, cause of disease had to be located some- 
where in the body to satisfy the profession, as 
well as the patient ; we were conscientious in our 
work, but our reasoning was based on fallacies 
and were it not that nature fights for restora- 
tion, more patients would have died from the 
blunders made by doctors which gave the sick 
that much more than their own troubles to con- 
tend against." 

"Father, Fm inclined to believe you must have 
used considerable suggestion in your practice 


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along with your pills and powders without know- 
ing it/’ 

presume my attitude in contact with my pa- 
tients that Charlie hints at in this letter helped 
my patients to rally their forces to recovery, but 
I often wish I had had the enlightenment on 
psychology that I have even now so I could have 
understood better the needs of the sick, but I 
can do good yet even if I am past three score 
and ten, and I intend studying and applying 
knowledge the rest of my days to relieve suf- 
fering, and Charlie and I may exchange ideas and 
experiences to help us in our work.” 

“I don’t intend to be left out, so I tell you, 
Father, if you and Charlie want to establish an 
institution for dispensing psychological knowl- 
edge and treatment I’ll help build the house for 
it if that deal I have on hand turn out as I ex- 
pect,” said Mr. MacDonald. 

‘'Now that’s a very practical suggestion I’m 
sure, and no telling what stimulating effect it 
may have on Charlie and me to enable us to es- 
tablish a center for suggestive-therapeutics from 
which may radiate knowledge and power over a 
large circle to the good of humanity — a good 
idea, my son, a very good idea — shouldn’t won- 
der if we want you to be the professor of a de- 


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partment in the institution for psychology in 
real estate deals/’ 

''It certainly would be a good thing if the pub- 
lic could be taught how to* avoid being swindled 
by real estate agents,” said Mr. MacDonald. "It 
makes my blood boil to see poor men and women 
robbed of their little homes they have saved 
money out of their meager earnings to buy on 
monthly payments, and have put their hearts in, 
too, as they work mornings and evenings 
making improvements, then when an unforseen 
emergency makes it impossible to meet a payment 
or two have the place taken by money sharks.” 

"Righteous indignation is healthful for the 
soul, my boy — I’m glad you feel that way ; I must 
go now and answer Charlie’s letter.” 


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CHAPTER IV. 


Doctor Duvall. 

the evening of January 4, 1909, in a richly 
'Nk furnished office on Market street, San 
Francisco, Dr. Duvall sat at his desk look- 
ing over his mail. He had just returned from 
dinner and at this hour he was usually free from 
professional engagements and made use of the 
time to examine the day's accumulation of mail 
and sort out the letters that demanded immediate 
attention. As he culled them over this evening 
he picked up one that brought a pleased light to 
his face, and he opened it without delay. As he 
read, the lines of expression deepened at the cor- 
ners of his mouth and a mist gathered over the 
large brown eyes; farther on a gratified smile 
grew until it illumined his face as he read the 
closing lines and folded the letter and put it into 
his pocket instead of on the letter file where most 
of his correspondent's communications went. Dr. 
Duvall hurried through the rest of his mail, 
looked at his watch, put on overcoat and hat, 
locked his desk and office door, passed through 
his reception room, the door of which opens into 


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the corridor and leaving this door unlocked he 
took the elevator and left the building for the 
street. He walked down Market street to the 
ferries, strolled more slowly along the waterfront 
looking out upon the ever interesting sight of 
brilliantly lighted boats of all sizes on the bay 
coming in or going out of their respective docks. 
He meets a crowd of passengers landing from one 
of the large steamers, while many hurry past 
going to board another at the Pacific Coast 
Steamship Company’s dock. He always finds it 
interesting to study the incoming and outgoing 
of ship’s passengers from a psychological stand- 
point. Tonight his mind is more receptive to 
the phases of life in the home coming of friends, 
and he witnesses the joyous welcome between 
husbands and wives, parents and children, and 
by his quick perception reads a meeting between 
lovers who think they are very circumspect in 
deportment, not knowing that their souls have 
peeped out of their eyes and betrayed their sweet 
secret to a stranger. 

A feeling of heart loneliness comes over him 
as he retraces his steps to his office, as he real- 
izes there is not one upon whom he has the first 
claim, or who can come to him and expect of him 
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a patient’s claim on a physician’s attention. Many 
strong ties of this nature are his, for he is thor- 
oughly worthy of trust. No friend enters the 
life of a person more than his physician, and is 
this peculiarly so in the method of treating 
through the soul used by Dr. Duvall. He is a 
strong man, no- morbidness of a mental or physi- 
cal nature is permitted to sap his vigor, and when 
we speak of a sense of loneliness coming over 
him it is an evidence of a healthful, manly state 
of mind and heart and it does not interfere with 
his duties to recognize he has these feelings, but 
on the contrary enables him to enter into the 
joys and sorrows of others, and he has no desire 
to crush them out of his nature. Tonight there 
comes to him from some source an impression 
that this heart hunger may yet be satisfied and 
by the time he enters the elevator, hope and res- 
olution have restored his wonted poise and he is 
ready to meet the evening’s engagements. 

Entering the reception room, Dr. Duvall found 
a young man about thirty years old sitting by 
the reading table upon which he keeps a well- 
chosen collection of papers and magazines for 
the entertainment of waiting callers. To his 
formal greeting the man responded by coming 
to meet him, saying: ‘‘Toctor, I shust come in 


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to speak mit you a minit as I tink you be glat to 
know vas become mit me alreaty/' 

''Certainly, Mr. . I believe your name has 

escaped me,'’ said the doctor as he shook hands 
with his caller and failing to recall the person- 
ality of the man. 

"Dat is not strange, Toctor, for ven I looks de 
glass in unt see myself so differ as I vas sex 
monts, I feel like I got vay mit some poty else, 
but may pe you remember Hans Anderson al- 
reaty." 

"Hans Andersen? To be sure I do." 

"Veil, I vas te poy." 

"Well, well, I certainly am glad to see you so 
well and handsome. Ha, ha. Have a seat and 
tell me all about yourself," said the doctor, hang- 
ing his overcoat and hat on the rack near the 
reception room door and taking a chair facing 
Mr. Andersen. 

"Veil, after you sait I vas cured mit te trink 
habit if I try hart to stay quit, I tink it goot to 
leave Frisco unt get vay mit te poys vat I hat 
been mit, so I vent to Los Angeles town unt got 
vork mit de street car unt stait all times till I 
cum back New Year, but I go pack tomorrow, 
as I holt job in Los Angeles." 

"I am surely glad you are getting along so 


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well, Mr. Andersen, and pleased that you came 
to tell me about it.’' 

'‘Vel, Toctor, you is been my bes frent vas I 
ever hat — make new man mit me — I is so happy 
I vill tell you a lettle secret if you like me to.” 

‘'I am always interested in the happines of my 
friends.” 

''Veil, Toctor, ven I cum to get treated mit you 
I vas a shappy man mit face all over viskers 
unt I vas too lazy to shave unt vanted all te 
moneys fur trink not parpers. Vunt tay I vas 
in te kaffay unt see a purty girl vaiter unt I triet 
to get her to like me, unt she sait: 'Mr An- 
dersen, I haf no use mit fellers vat trink alreaty.’ 
Veil, I wanted Katrina more dan effer vas all 
de times unt I mate up my mint to quit trink, so 
I cum to get you help mit me, las spring, unt you 
did unt I neffer trink no more — unt neffer vill.” 

"That’s right, my man,” said the doctor. 

"Now I vill te secret tell. I neffer vent to see 
Katrina no more, alreaty, till I cum new year, so 
I know I cure goot fore I see her vonce more. She 
didn’t know me mit out viskers, same as you did, 
unt ven I tol her I vas her olt frient, Hans An- 
dersen, she sait: 'Vas happen mit you, you is 
better looking as you vas,’ unt I tole her all about 
it, unt she criet some, same as vimmen to ven dey 


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is glat or sorry unt sait : ‘It vas like fairy tales 
vat my namesake, Hans Andersen, wrote only 
better as dat an mate her happier, unt she say if 
I goot one year more she vill marry me, unt dat 
is te lettle secret vas I tole you alreaty, Toctor/’ 

“Mr. Andersen, I heartily congratulate you, 
and I am sure you will keep on being good with 
such a good girl to help you. Save your money 
to make a home for your Kathrina, my friend.’’ 

Mr. Andersen having opened his heart’s secret 
to the doctor arose to go, shaking hands with 
him, saying: “I go to see Katrina now.” 

Closing the reception room door after his vis- 
itor, Dr. Duvall sat down in a reclining chair 
and fell into a reverie. He was touched by the 
revelations of his former patient and felt great 
pleasure in this another evidence of having helped 
a fellow creature find himself and every instance 
of the kind strengthened his confidence in the 
power of the soul to overcome physical weakness 
and unhealthful appetites. As he thought of the 
secret with which he had been intrusted his 
thoughts turned to the love between man and 
woman and he almost envied the simple-hearted 
Hans on his way so confidently to his Kathrina. 
Memor}^ went back twenty years when he started 
to New York and brought before him the sweet. 


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bright face of a girl in her Kentucky home, as 
she stood looking up into his face with honest 
blue eyes, as she let her hand rest in his, as she 
said : ''Goodby Charlie, we will miss you so much 
— don't forget this is home." 

He remembered well how hard it was for him 
to resist the impulse to take the girl in his arms 
and claim her as his own, but he had for months 
fought the battle with himself — yes, his real self, 
as he had known for years, and, finally obtained 
self control to face the parting hour with becom- 
ing conventionality, outraging his heart's claims, 
and tonight he wonders if the heart of the girl 
suffered too, by the course of action he was led 
into by false suggestions that governed and kept 
his lips from confessinog the truth his whole be- 
ing recognized. 

Many times the last few years since soul com- 
munication had to him become a scientific, dem- 
onstrable truth, not a poetic fancy, he felt that 
i his soul must have spoken to the soul of the girl 
many times from the depths of his intense nature 
and tonight after reading the letter which con- 
tained a surprising piece of news he began to 
bellieve it had claimed and won from her what 
( his lips refused to ask, and a great mistake had 
deprived him and her of years of happy com- 


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panionship, and he resolved to take the earliest 
opportunity to find if his surmise were correct. 
The years necessarily had changed the girl into 
a mature woman nearing middle age, and there 
arose the false suggestions that are common on 
age and love, but no more falsehood should rob 
him of his souks mate if such she proved to be, 
of which he had little doubt. The reception room 
door opened and a gentleman and lady entered. 
'‘Good evening,'’ said the doctor, rising to meet 
them, and extending his hand to the man, said : 
"Glad to see you, Mr. White." 

"This is my wife. Dr. Duvall." 

"Mrs. White, have this seat." 

"Doctor, my wife decided to come this evening 
and consult you about her trouble, as she thinks 
you or my imagination has done me good. She 
says Tm getting quite amiable, ha, ha." 

Mrs. White and the doctor smiled at the hus-i 
band's explanation of her presence and the doc- 
tor said : "I hope we can help you, but can tell 
better after diagnosing your case. Please come 
into the office, Mrs. White. Mr. White, you 
can find something to amuse you on that table, 
no doubt ; most everything there from a prize- 
fight to a suffragetts' conclave." 

"Both subjects too exciting for me; don't wanti 


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to give you another case of nervous prostration 
— ril browse around and find something to my 
taste or from force of habit I may recline in this 
chair and take a semi-nap — power of suggestion 
irresistible around here/' 

After careful investigation the doctor found 
Mrs. White suffering from a shock to her nerves 
from experiences during the earthquake horror 
which resulted in stomach derangement, with 
more or less heart disturbance and insomnia. 

''Mrs. White, I feel sure your system will re- 
spond to treatment, so if you like I will begin to- 
night so you may sleep better." 

"Very well. Doctor. I'm totally discouraged 
about taking medicine and from my husband's 
improvement and as well as some friends who 
have taken your treatment I feel encouraged to 
try, though I have had my hopes disappointed so 
often it is hard for me to be hopeful about any- 
thing any more." 

"That is perfectly natural, Mrs. While. It is 
my business to help you revive your hope and as 
I have been successful in so many similar cases 
I feel confident of good results in yours. Just 
lean back comfortably in this chair, please; I'll 
put this small, soft pillow under your head; is 
that foot rest adjusted to suit you so as to rest 


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your feet perfectly?'’ ''Yes." "Let your arms 
and hands rest easily on the arm of the chair, or 
by your side, whichever is easier for you. Close 
your eyes lightly; as far as is possible do not 
think, but let the sense of rest of mind and body 
come gradually over you. You have been tired 
— mind and body were tired, but now in this rest- 
ful position your nerves begin to become quiet 
— I place my hand on your forehead and lightly 
touch your closed eyelids. The soul or sub-con- 
scious mind has power to relieve the physical pain 
and wearineess, and as you relax your body it 
has a chance to do its work; it can now begin 
to tone up the nerves. The soul can renew health 
to every part of the body — your stomach will be- 
gin to digest proper food more perfectly, thus 
providing nourishment for the blood tO' carry to 
all parts of the body ; all the digestive organs will 
be toned up to perform their functions ; natural 
sleep will return; heart action will become nor- 
mal" 

These suggestions were given by the doctor in 
low but distinct and positive tone, and as the 
treatment went on the tenseness of the muscles 
that accompanies nervous debility gradually les- 
sened and at the end of half an hour the doctor 
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was through. She opened her eyes and grace- 
fully sat erect and the doctor was pleased to see 
the absence of the nervous movement observable 
in her manners before treatment. Mrs. White 
said with a sigh of satisfaction : “Doctor, I 
didn’t go to sleep, but I feel rested and I believe 
I’ll sleep better tonight.'' 

“I am sure you will, Mrs. White. You may 
come again day after tomorrow for second treat- 
ment. I want you to take time to relax yourself 
at a certain time each day, as I had you do to- 
night, and thus give yourself the suggestion of 
absolute rest of mind and body." 

“I will try. Doctor." 

I On opening the door between the office and re- 
I ception room Mrs. White smiled and pointed at 
! Mr. White, who had succumbed to the restful 
I atmosphere and was sleeping more than a “semi- 
; nap." Mrs. White said to the doctor: “It is 
such a relief to have him sleeping again as he 
had gotten so his business was on his mind night 
and day before he took treatment." 

“Bless my soul, I believe I was nearly asleep," 
said Mr. White, rising. “Are you ready to go 
home, wife? Dear me, I think you are sleepy, 
too. Good-night, Doctor, hope you can put your- 
self to sleep as you do your patients. If I find 


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any more sleepless persons I’ll send them up to 
your shop for ^Nature’s sweet restorer’ — think 
you must have a corner on it. Good-night.” 

^'Good-night.” 

Soon after Mr. and Mrs. White left the office 
the telephone rang and Dr. Duvall responding 
to the call was requested to permit a patient due 
at nine o’clock to change his date tO' next evening 
owing to some unexpected hindrance to his fill- 
ing appointment, to which Dr. Duvall gladly 
agreed, as he felt he would like to interview him- 
self in order to determine the wisest course to 
pursue in a matter of vital significance to him- 
self, and he hoped equally so to another. 

At half past nine he locked up his office apart- 
ments and went to his hotel, passed up to the quiet 
of his room as the most restful place in which 
to cornpose his thoughts. 

After donning dresing gown and slippers he 
sat down by the reading table upon which stood 
an electric student light, and reread the letter he 
had put in his coat pocket when sorting his mail. 
The part that surprised and greatly pleased him 
was this sentence : "Mary, whom I presume you 
remember, has never married, but has cultivated 
her great musical talent and has been for several 


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years a very popular teacher of vocal and instru- 
mental music, etc/' 

Dr. Duvall tried to let the thought of ''Mary's" 
still being unmarried get hold of his mind, a pro- 
cess not so easily accomplished as might be sup- 
posed by a disinterested person, because the 
thought that she was married had gone so deep 
when he read the notice, he could not doubt at 
the time, of this "Mary's" marriage twelve years 
before, and he had been trying to school himself 
to become accustomed to the thought without 
pain. This little message in the letter had done 
for him what all his scientific auto-suggestion 
had failed to do in easing his mind, and his ex- 
perience had a psychological value in as much as 
he had failed to make his soul accept the false- 
hood that he was glad Mary was married and it 
would be very selfish in him to regret that which 
no doubt brought happiness to her. He was glad 
now his soul rebelled and gave him unrest, and 
he determined to be man enough to take chances 
in the future and follow the instruction of his 
soul since the. past had been such a mistake so 
far as his personal happiness was concerned, 
though he had not been a failure in his profes- 
sion, but had no doubt greater success would be 


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his when he had secured the companionship of 
his other self. 

Dr. Duvall, a student of psychic phenomena, 
a practitioner of suggestive-therapeutics for many 
years, looked at life from a viewpoint not pos- 
sible to one who has no conception of life save 
as he has blundered into conclusions by hashing 
together experiences of various persons. 

Though a bachelor forty-five years old, he was 
not a pessimist on the marriage question, though 
matrimonial infelicity was more frequently 
brought to his notice by his profession than mar- 
ital happiness. He had scientific reasons as well 
as the testimony of his soul to accept the teach- 
ings of revelations from within rather than ex- 
ternal evidences, and he had tried to keep in 
touch with his soul instead of consulting the in- 
harmonious lives of humanity, for he believed 
in personal responsibility and did not choose to 
be governed by outside influences that might or 
might not create harmony in his ozm life. He 
believed in the divine spirit within, not as a the- 
ological theory, but a well established, scientific 
fact, a spirit possessed of dizhne authority to 
govern the whole man and discord was brought 
about when the body and objective mind chose j 
other leadership, wilfully or ignorantly. 


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So far as his own convictions were concerned 
it did not matter if every husband in the world 
wished he were a bachelor, he knew his life was 
incomplete without the one woman, and he was 
not going to be a cripple a day longer than com- 
pelled, and was going East as soon as he could 
arrange his professional affairs so he could leave 
without harm to others. 

His resolution made, the doctor went to sleep 
thinking of the Kentucky girl, now a noble, ma- 
ture woman, the experiences of years fitting her 
for a companion for a man who tried to live the 
soul life though longing for her sweet presence 
as an inspiration. 

Dr. Duvall left Kentucky when about twenty- 
four years of age to go to New York to take a 
medical course. His boyhood was spent with his 
mother’s bachelor brother, Mr. Morton, a highly 
respected citizen of Frankfort, and a merchant 
in that city. 

Charles Duvall’s parents had a comfortable 
home a few miles from Frankfort on the Ver- 
sailles pike and were both of good Southern fam- 
j ilies. Mr. Duvall took typhus fever and died 
^ after a lingering illness ; his wife, exhausted from 
constant watching at her husband’s bedside, and 
overcome by grief, soon succumbed to the fever. 


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leaving her five-year-old boy with no near rela- 
tives save her brother, to whom she intrusted 
him as soon as she was stricken, and requested 
him to adopt Charles in case she did not recover. 
The uncle already devoted to his nephew felt it 
no hardship to take him into his home and he 
bought a cottage in the suburbs of Frankfort in 
order that the boy might have country atmos- 
phere morally and physically. Mr. Morton se- 
cured a motherly woman, a friend of Charles' 
mother, to take charge of him and the house, and 
she remained with him until he was twelve years 
old, when his uncle took him, outside of school 
hours, in his store to give him an insight to prac- 
tical business life. When he finished high school 
Charles' uncle had him take a course of book- 
keeping in Commercial College, fitting him to 
work with him in mercantile business that they 
might be companions always, but when Charles 
was nineteen his uncle had an attack of la grippe, 
resulting in pneumonia, from which he died in 
a few days. Charles felt broken-hearted, as only 
an orphan boy could feel at the loss of one who 
had tried to supply the place of mother and father 
in his life, and his depressed spirits led his sys- 
tem to an attack of fever in the spring, through 
which Dr. MacDonald brought him, as was men- 


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tioned in Dr. Duvall’s letter from San Francisco. 

After settling up all claims against his uncle’s 
estate, to which he was heir, Charles Duvall had 
but little capital to begin life upon, but the small 
estate of his father, combined with his uncle’s, 
enabled him to set at once to securing a good 
foundation for professional studies, by attending 
Kentucky University for five years. He secured 
employment during vacations to increase his fi- 
nancial resources that he might go on with a 
medical course without delay, and without hav- 
ing to borrow funds, as his uncle had wisely 
taught the nephew the danger of contracting 
debts for any purpose. He spent four years tak- 
ing medical course in Allopathic system in New 
York, and one year in that city practicing with 
an old physician. Three years of the time he 
was making special study of psychology, as it 
was an intensely interesting study to him, and 
he believed it would help him in his profession, 
but at that time he had no' thought of its leading 
him to his present method of treating by sug- 
gestion. 

During these years in New York he had kept 
in touch with his native city by one visit and an 
occasional interchange of letters with friends, and 
the second winter Dr. MacDonald was at the 


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Bellevue Hospital for three months and they en- 
joyed every leisure moment together, for the 
young man had a profound reverence for the doc- 
tor and he felt for Charles a fatherly affection. 

The strongest drawing to the old home was 
also an incentive to stay away and work until a 
certain end was attained. The great desire to 
have the right to tell in plain words his love for 
a certain blue-eyed girl, ever in his plans for the 
future, led him to deny himself present gratifi- 
cation that he might sooner realize his hopes. 

At the age of twenty-nine Dr. Duvall located 
in St. Louis and in the course of three years had 
become a popular practitioner, and was nearing 
a point where he felt he could safely in a year 
or two more sustain a comfortable establishment 
and have a home for the one for whom he still 
held the sacred spot in his heart, though the ris- 
ing young doctor was popular among the women 
who lavished smiles upon him. He was on the 
eve of returning to Kentucky for the purpose of 
presenting his plea to the one woman for him, 
when he was shocked to read in a Frankfort pa- 
per an announcement of her marriage, as he had 
no reason to doubt then, tO' Professor Denham 
of Lexington, a gentleman of refinement, and 


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whom he knew had desired to win ‘'Mary’’ for 
some time. 

A short time after this blow fell he left St. 
Louis, went to Denver, where he stayed a year, 
took a summer trip to Alaska, and then located 
in San Francisco, where he determined to prac- 
tice suggestive-therapeutics and instruct classes 
and give public lectures on the power of the sub- 
conscious mind, and we find him there dreaming 
as of old of the “Mary,” his boyhood idol and 
manhood’s inspiration. 


CHAPTER V. 
Motherhood. 



UCH, Muver.” 

“Excuse me, did I pull your hair, 


dear?” 


“Es, ’ittle bit — say, Muver, don’t you fink I’d 
better dive my turls to ’ittle Sisser — she hasn’t 
any hair at all ?” 

“You don’t want to be without hair, do you?” 

“No, Muver, but I fink if you tut em ofif like 
Arfur’s had his tut off dey’d be nuf for Sisser 
and me too.” 

“Did Arthur say anything about your having 
your hair cut ?” 


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‘‘Es, he said when he was a dirl he had turls, 
too, but he’d heap ruver be a boy — an I — I ruver 
be a boy, too.” 

Mrs. MacDonald smiled behind the curly head 
of her boy as he sat on her lap after his morn- 
ing bath having his hair combed. Two human 
traits cropping out already in her baby boy, one 
the aversion to being criticised, the other a desire 
to be generous in a gift of an offensive thing in 
his possession. How to meet these tendencies as 
they appeared was a problem to the mother. 

‘‘Well, Frank, let’s consider whether it is best 
to cut off your pretty curls yet or not. I suppose 
you want to be a boy like Arthur is the reason 
you want your curls cut off, isn’t it?” 

“Es, Muver.” 

“You are not as old as Arthur yet, so even if 
your curls were cut off you wouldn’t be as big, 
you are large enough for a boy three and a half 
years old, and if you keep on growing you will 
be as large as Arthur is now in two years more.” 

“Es, Muver, but if I didn’t have turls I’d feel 
bider and boys wouldn’t tall me a dirl.” 

“Whom would you rather please, Frank, the 
boys or mother?” 

Frank turned around in his mother’s lap and 


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put his arms around her neck and lips to her 
cheek and said: ''Bofe/' 

'‘Mother loves to see your pretty curls on your 
head and they keep your neck warm this winter, 
too, so I think we will let them stay a while lon- 
ger. I don't believe Sister would care for your 
curls yet, so you must think of something else to 
give her. I think brothers ought to give sweet 
little sisters something they think is nice and 
not something they want to get rid of, like you 
do your curls." Here Frank looked up into his 
mother's face with an understanding twinkle in 
his eyes and his next remark showed he saw the 
point. "I like my new drum better an mos any 
fing — mus I dive it to Sisser?" His face showed 
the struggle such a gift would cost him. 

“Sister can't beat your drum yet as a big boy 
like you can, but pretty soon she can hold one 
of the sticks and play with it." 

“Den when she is tired payin' wiv it I tan 
use it?" 

“Yes, and when she gets bigger I will teach 
her to let you play with her things, too." 

“I don't fink I'd tare for dirl's fings, but I'm 
so bid I'll let her pay wiv my fings as she is so 
'ittle." 


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'‘I’m sure my little man will try to please his 
sister and help me take care of her/' 

"Es, Muver, and Tarlo will, too. Tan I go 
and run wif Tarlo on the porch?" 

"Yes, dear, run along, but put on your coat 
and cap." 

Baby Mary asleep and Frank enjoying a romp 
with Carlo, left the house quiet for a time and 
gave Mrs. MacDonald a chance to sit down and 
look over the late magazines. She made note of 
articles of general interest to be read at night 
when her husband and father were present, and 
they took turns reading aloud. This done she 
read the portions of the journals of special inter- 
est to women in the home departments. Musical 
and book review columns were of interest, since 
she could not go out tO' club meetings to keep in 
touch with these subjects as formerly. She was 
glad they were more fully and intelligently dis- 
cussed the last few years in leading magazines, 
for by this means and the companionship of lit- 
erary and musical friends who came to her home 
and whom she met in Seattle during her visits 
with her parents, she felt she was in touch with, 
and a part of a beautiful world outside as well 
as the center of a home full of soul satisfying 
experiences. 


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As Mrs. MacDbriald sits by the library table 
upon which are the magazines, a few late works 
of fiction, a copy of the American revised New 
Testament and Training for Service, we get a 
picture of a true woman, a loving wife and 
mother, refined in taste, intelligent enough to 
grasp thoughts of interest to thinkers of both 
sexes and discuss them for the purpose of giving 
and receiving more information. Her auburn 
hair is arranged in a measure conforming to 
style, its tendency to curl makes it becomingly 
fluffy so “rats'’ do not find lodgment among the 
beautiful tresses ; her skin is fair with the fair- 
ness that goes with auburn hair, and the eyes 
are brown, speaking eyes that tell of a wealth 
of love in a woman’s heart. Her dress is neat 
and becoming, showing she has not underesti- 
mated the importance of attention to the dainti- 
ness of her attire in the privacy of her home life, 
and that it contributes toward character building 
in self and others of the family. 

An hour of pleasant entertainment passed and 
the mother instinct was aroused by a soft cooing 
sound from her room adjoining the library and 
a tender smile flitted over her face, as it gradu- 
ally changed by a complaining note thrown in, 
and by and by an expressed determination to 

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command attention, so the mother went to the 
room, found baby Mary fighting the covers and 
little face puckered up ready for a pathetic wail 
which was transformed into a pleased gurgle as 
the familiar form of the mother bent over her : 
''Mother’s baby had a nice nap.” 

'^Goo-oo-oo,” smilingly responded baby, kick- 
ing and waving her arms in joyous anticipation 
of being cuddled close by whomsoever this was 
that always came when she called and let her lie 
against her bosom and take all the sweet, warm 
milk she wanted and then lie on her lap to talk 
and smile lazily, making a beautiful study for an 
artist. Woman Glorified. 

As the mother looks down into the baby face 
she is filled with such intensity of love, she is the 
embodiment of it, no' other sentiment can find 
room. As ever with woman the gift of love sets 
her heart in tune with the source of love and she 
cares not what the beliefs or unbeliefs of others 
may be she knoms that the God of Love, such as 
she finds in Nature, as revealed by Christ’s life 
and who testifies with her spirit has blessed her 
life beyond expression and her soul is full of 
gratitude that her God has made such happiness ' 
possible to woman as that she experiences in ) 


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sweet reality, not vague dreams, but surpassing 
dreams of her girlhood. 

Her ecstacy is toned to seriousness as she 
thinks of this soul intrusted to her lest she make 
mistakes and retard the unfolding of the precious 
life. After the birth of her boy, Mrs. MacDon- 
ald considered the spirit life as was not possible 
before, and had conceptions which governed her 
actions not only in her home life, but with all 
with whom she came in contact, and that ac- 
counted for her ability to bring out the best in all. 

She believed the spirit that was born with her 
baby was absolutely pure and beautiful and would 
remain so, but the child had mind and body to 
be reckoned with, and there were outside influ- 
ences that were good and evil; if the good had 
the ascendency it would contribute to the growth 
of mind and body, fitting them to be positive, 
tangible expressions of the pure spirit as was the 
case in the son of Mary, whose life revealed the 
grand possibilities of the human mind and body, 
f jj^overned by divine spirit. 

y Her motherhood was as sacred a trust as that 
f of Mary the mother of Jesus and her babies, too, 
were destined to become saviors of mankind if 
they like Him lived by the spirit's guidance. 


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CHAPTER VI. 


Home Again. 


-^I^HE latter part of January, 1909, a gentle- 
man with the business-like step of a West- 
erner, got off a St. Louis train in its 
Louisville, Ky., station, rushed into the ticket de- 
partment, looked at a bulletin board evidently 
seeking schedule of train service. Not satisfied 
with information, he stepped up to a ticket office 
window and asked : ''What time does your first 
train for Frankfort start, please?’’ 

"Three P. M., sir.” 

"Thank you.” 

Looking at his watch he found it was only 1 1 
o’clock A. M., so he took a seat in the waiting 
room to formulate plans for filling in the time 
until he could board the train for the last stage 
of a tedious trip across the western and middle ^ 
west portion of the continent. Sitting there S( 
near his boyhood’s home he felt as if he ought \ 
to see many familiar faces, as so many times even !| 
on the Pacific Coast he had met acquaintances 
made in New York and St. Louis, but when he 
came to think about it, he hadn’t seen any from 
his native state, but he was too busy now with^. 


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other thoughts to puzzle over the whys and 
wherefores of the subject. Looking around he 
found there were only a fev/ travelers waiting in 
the station and all strangers to him, and each one 
or each group seemed distinct and apart from 
every other, as if they had no interest in com- 
mon and all had more or less the air of passwity, 
no special concern about anything, just zmiting. 
A feeling of disappointment or as a woman would 
call it home-sickness, came over the traveler, who 
was no other than Dr. Duvall, as he sat isolated 
there in his native state, and he began to suspect 
memories of Kentucky which cherished his boy- 
hood's joys and sorrows had led him to fondly 
believe that no* matter how long he remained 
away he would fit back in the same spot and feel 
at home, so it came as a shock to him that these 
persons, the first he had seen on touching the 
border of his native state after an absence of 
eighteen years, were all strangers. He was less 
at home than in the busy throng in strange cities 
of the West, where everyone expected to be a 
stranger to everyone else, and each felt equal 
right and obligation to make the other feel wel- 
come and at home in the new country and he, 
with his ease of manners due to much contact 
with people, was never at a loss to know how to 


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approach strangers of whatever social position 
or nationality ; all he cared to know was that they 
needed a friendly smile to tell them there was 
room for them if they desired to become worthy 
citizens of the great Northwest. A feeling new 
to him of reserve bordering on diffidence was 
creeping over him and apprehension as to the 
greeting waiting him at Frankfort flitted through 
his mind which made him rise hastily and go 
across the waiting-room to the front entrance 
of the station to break the spell that the close 
atmosphere or fatigue of travel was bringing 
over him. Outside a familiar sight of black 
grinning faces all around made him realize he 
was in the South land. He walked on a block 
looking for a restaurant, and finding one with 
a sign ‘'home cooking,'’ that looked inviting, he 
went in and ordered a meal, calling for “good 
old-fashioned Kentucky corn bread," fried chick- 
en and blue-grass buttermilk. The black waiter 
grinned respectfully and went promptly, soon re- 
turned with the order filled and a nice dish of 
chicken gravy along with it. 

“Sam, there is one thing I forgot in that order. 
I want some hot soda biscuit and honey in the 
comb for dessert." 

“Yas, sah. I'll have 'em ready fah you." 


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A satisfied smile played over the doctor's face 
as he tasted the food before him and decided 
there were still some of his boyhood remem- 
brances that were based on things as they were 
and still to be found. Such corn bread, biscuit 
and honey he hadn't tasted since he became a 
pilgrim in the far West. 

Braced up by his lunch, Dr. Duvall was him- 
self again, forgetting the state of his feelings an 
hour ago, happy anticipations reasserted them- 
selves as he strolled along taking note of the 
city's developments until time to return to the 
station. 

‘'All aboard the L. & N. for Frankfort, Mid- 
way, Lexington and Cincinnati — first track to 
the left." 

At last 2 :45 P. M. had come and Dr. Duvall, 
his handsome face lighted up with eagerness to 
be going, grasped his hand baggage and led the 
small procession of passengers to board the train 
announced. Seating himself in the parlor car. 
Dr. Duvall unfolded a copy of the Courier-Jour- 
nal to entertain him while the train was leaving 
the uninteresting precints of a city common to 
railroad centers. Clear of the city he put the 
paper aside and gave himself up to enjoyment 
of the well remembered scenery along this branch 


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of the Louisville & Nashville road between Louis- 
ville and Lexington, enjoyed now not only be- 
cause of its picturesqueness, but for recalling as- 
sociations of youth and that now lured him on 
to a realization of a cherished dream that had 
become a part of himself. So near in person as 
well as in thought did ^^Mary” seem tO' him as 
he passed successively each familiar landmark, 
his heart thrilled with the anticipated meeting, 
and he counted the miles off one by one as the 
train lurched around the well known curves, 
curves that nO' one who has ridden over that road 
can ever forget though he may have traveled 
over the Rockies, Cascades and Sierras. The 
afternoon was bright and the sun had melted the 
snow in exposed places, so here and there one 
caught a glimpse of blue gras, a sight always 
charming to a Kentuckian returning to his native 
soil. Only a half an hour now and his destina- 
tion would be reached. Night had already hid- 
den the scenery save the outline of cliffs covered 
with snow. Dr. Duvall began to wonder if he 
had made a mistake in failing to notify his friends 
of his expected visit, and if it would have added 
to the pleasure to know some one would be wait- 
ing to meet him. So many years had gone by 
since he expected any one to meet him at theij 


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end of a journey it hadn't occurred to him it 
would add to any one's pleasure to announce his 
coming, but he began to feel there was a differ- 
ence in one's desires on reaching the old home 
station from those felt in a strange city, but too 
late now to tell of his coming, for street lights 
of Frankfort begin to twinkle, one by one, they 
approach nearer and nearer; there is the old 
Capitol building. 

Looking out, Dr. Duvall saw a crowd of white 
and black persons on the station platform. Thank- 
ful his journey was over he left the car, arranged 
for his baggage to be sent to the Capitol Hotel, 
but chose to walk the short distance as he remem- 
bered it to be from the station, for he is weary 
of being cramped by long confinement on cars 
and glad of time and room to walk as he please. 
He felt like taking off his hat to the old Capitol 
building as to an old friend, for nothing he had 
yet seen seemed to bring the past and present so 
close together as that. 

Dr. Duvall remembered that the church build- 
ing where he used to go was not far off, and he 
recalled many happy hours spent there in Sun- 
day school in various classes according to his de- 
velopment and later on the charm of sitting dur- 
ing church services beside his sweetheart, when 


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budded and blossomed manly instincts that had 
saved him from yielding to temptations to seek 
unworthy associations. Oh, how sweet she was 
to him, though in girlish caprice she led him 
quite an unrestful life sometimes by her mis- 
chievous teasing. Walking along he looked up 
a street to his left and saw a building lighted up 
which was evidently a place of worship, and as 
he turned up this street he found a more preten- 
tious building than he remembered, still eighteen 
years might make changes if increase of member- 
ship demanded. As he approached the edifice 
the full, soft tones of a pipe organ fell upon his 
ear and he went up the steps to the door and 
listened. Presently a low, sweet voice came out 
to him: 

‘‘^There comes to my heart one sweet strain 
A glad and a joyous refrain, 

I sing it again and again. 

Sweet peace the gift of God’s love. 

Peace, peace, sweet peace. 

Wonderful gift of God’s love. 

Oh, wonderful, wonderful peace. 

Sweet peace the gift of God’s love.” 

At the close of the refrain the voice paused for 
an organ interlude, and the doctor noiselessly 


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pushed open the door, which was slightly ajar, 
revealing a vestibule, so he quietly stepped to a 
place in the shadow of a swinging door propped 
half open, the vestibule and auditorium being 
separated by two pairs of these doors, and being 
partly open no doubt for ventilation. Involun- 
tarily he bowed his head as he listened for the 
voice which came out clearly and soul searching 
with its testimony in song: 

'‘When Jesus as Lord I had crowned 
My heart with this peace did abound. 

In Him the rich blessing I found. 

Sweet peace, the gift of God's love." 

With only a moment's pause the soloist went 
on waiting for no organ interlude to break the 
connection of thought between the stanzas, and 
closing with the refrain : 

"In Jesus for peace I abide. 

And as I keep close to His side. 

There's nothing but peace doth betide. 

Sweet peace, the gift of God's love. 

Peace, peace, sweet peace. 

Wonderful gift of God's love. 

Oh, wonderful, wonderful peace. 

Sweet peace, the gift of God's love." 


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The cultivated voice with the woman soul to 
sustain it brought to the soul of the listening 
man a message of trust and love, and his heart, 
too, sang of peace, sweet peace, a gift only love 
could give. Dr. Duvall knew from the hour, this 
song must be part of the opening of church serv- 
ice, and as it was Friday evening he presumed 
it must be one of a series of revival meetings, 
and he followed the inclination inspired by the 
song and singer to remain and as the congrega- 
tion arose for prayer at the close of the solo it 
gave him a chance tO' take his place inside the 
auditorium near the door without attracting at- 
tention to disturb the spiritual atmosphere cre- 
ated by the song. The brief sermon following 
the opening service was on the theme, ''The 
Fruits of the Spirit.’' Dr. Duvall’s thoughts 
were too much agitated by a discovery made soon 
after entering the auditorium to follow closely 
the words of the preacher, but he was sure of one 
thing, that this evangelist was not the kind who 
thought it legitimate to collect a lot of anecdotes 
of different degrees of freshness or staleness and 
dish them up to serve to his audience under the 
name of "gospel sermons.” He handled his sub- 
ject reverently and logically and illustrated by 
human experiences that touch the heart and in- 


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spire regard for truth and righteousness. He 
dwelt on the enjoyment of the fruits of the spirit 
in this life as well as in the future, spoke of the 
immeasurable fruits of the brief earthly life of 
Jesus and impressed the thought that we are not 
to content ourselves with reaping His sowing, 
but that He left us personal responsibilities in 
uplifting souls ; said it was impossible to tell 
how far reaching even a thought might be, for 
the humble disciples of Christ never dreamed 
that their thoughts would reach down through 
the centuries and be instrumental in rescuing 
millions from savagery, changing them into men 
with spiritual force to civilize others, but we 
today know that such has been the result of the 
teaching of those men who received their mes- 
sage from Christ. The preacher spoke of our 
increased responsibilities over that of any other 
nation or time because of our superior equipment 
for sowing the seeds of truth. The closing ex- 
hortation was an appeal to man to let the spirit 
of truth dwelling within him be the director of 
his life, and thus the gathering of the fruits of 
the spirit, love, joy, peace, long suffering, kind- 
ness, goodness, faithfulness, meekness, self-con- 
trol, would follow in their season. 

Naturally Dr. Duvall took the first opportunity 


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to locate the owner of the voice that cast its spell 
over him as he stood listening and he scanned 
the chorus choir on the rostrum back of the 
preacher’s stand, and in, doing so beheld a wo- 
man’s face that made his heart’s pulsations in- 
crease at an alarming rapidity, or rather it would 
have been alarming if nature had not made pro- 
vision that under some circumstances, abnormal 
symptoms are but indications of perfectly health- 
ful state of man. 

Dr. Duvall’s soul whispered '‘My Mary” so 
distinctly to him it woke him. to a realization of 
time and place, and he looked around to his 
neighbor in the pew tO' see if by chance an audi- 
ble sound had escaped his lips, but he saw no 
evidence of his betrayal, so* he called his powers 
of self control together to await the close of the 
evening’s services, in the meantime he was at 
liberty to look upon the face without disturbing 
any one, and since his eyes had been hungering 
for eighteen years for a glimpse it is pardonable 
if they were wholly absorbed now. He had pic- 
tured the change the years might have brought 
to the rosy-cheeked girl and would not have been 
surprised to have seen a woman past forty, with 
pale cheeks, hair plainly streaked with gray, eyes 
still expressive, but possibly dimmed so glasses 


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were needed. Dr. Duvall saw before him a fair 
face with a delicate flush of red in rounded 
cheeks, a low, broad forehead, a firm, womanly 
chin, lips rather thin and curved upward at the 
corners, large dark eyes, a straight nose well 
proportioned with the face, a crown of black 
hair dressed in relation to contour of head and 
outline of features, and over the face shone the 
light of the pure spirit of a woman who had 
tried to make life’s joys and sorrows a means 
of growth. 

Words can only hint at the man’s thoughts as 
he realized the years had indeed transformed the 
charming, innocent girl intO' the noblest type of 
woman. The reveries of a bachelor were inter- 
rupted by the notes of the organ prelude, which 
was the signal for all to rise and join in the clos- 
ing song, and now the voice of the soloist blended 
with the chorus, but to one listener it was dis- 
tinctly apart, for it was the voice of ‘^Mary” 
singing to his soul only. 

While the benediction was being pronounced. 
Dr. Duvall felt as if he would have to retreat to 
his hotel to recover his mental equilibrium be- 
fore making himself known, but the ''Amen” 
was a signal for the "hand-shaking committee” 
to get to work, and he was in charge before 


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he had time to turn around. After the usual 
preliminaries, ‘'Are you a stranger, etc.,'’ he 
asked if Professor MacDonald were there, and 
remarked he was a friend of his years ago. A 
young man went immediately in search of the 
professor, and the doctor stepped out into the 
vestibule, the crowd inside becoming oppressively 
near. Presently the usher returned accompanied 
by a man about fifty years of age, and brought 
h,im to the doctor, but an introduction proved 
unnecessary, for the professor exclaimed as he 
approached: “Well, Charlie Duvall, is it possi- 
ble you are home again?” Mutual handshaking 
and smiling going on vigorously meantime. “I 
must find Mary, she will be glad to see you, I 
know. There she comes now.” Professor Mac- 
Donald beckoned to her as she came into the 
vestibule from the other isle of the chapel from 
where the men stood, and taking the doctor's 
arm they advanced to meet her. “Sister, do you 
know this man?” asked the professor. Mary 
MacDonald looked into the face of the doctor 
an instant and extending her hand with womanly 
grace, most cordially greeted the gentleman and 
answered her brother's question at the same time : 
“Dr. Duvall, we are glad to see you home again. 
Father wrote of having heard from you, so we 


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knew you were still alive, but of course it is a 
pleasant surprise to see you here, as you were 
in San Francisco/’ Here the professor inter- 
rupted with '‘Excuse me, Mr. Johnson, for over- 
looking the fact a while ago that you are not as 
well acquainted with my friend as I am — Dr. 
Duvall, Mr. Johnson,” said Professor MacDon- 
ald, introducing the usher who had brought him 
to the doctor. Then followed introduction to 
several of the church people in the vestibule, and 
thus the doctor was rescued from any embar- 
rassing situation that the ignorance of the pur- 
pose of his visit to Kentucky might bring about. 
He declined the professor’s pressing invitation 
to go home with them that night, but hoped to 
see them the next day at their convenience, 
whereupon the professor made an engagement 
with him for the morning and Miss MacDonald 
invited him to dine with them the next evening, 
in which she was joined by her brother, and the 
doctor gladly accepted. The doctor went with 
his friends to their car that took them to their 
home in South Frankfort and exchanged the 
usual conventionalities circumstances demanded, 
and had the pleasure of assisting "Mary” on the 
car, as he said, "Good night.” 


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CHAPTER VII. 


Old Friends. 




BOUT lo o’clock the next morning after 
Dr. Duvall reached Frankfort, Professor 
MacDonald came to the Capitol Hotel to 
see him and they spent a pleasant hour together 
talking over boyhood days and asking and an- 
swering questions about associates. The doctor 
found many changes had taken place since he 
had communicated with his friends. Death had 
taken some, others had sought out new, more 
promising fields of work as he had done, and 
like himself they had for several years failed 
to keep friends in touch with them by corre- 
spondence, an oversight productive of many 
heart aches, especially for women left behind. 

‘'Charlie, we were very anxious about you 
when our letters were returned from St. Louis 
unclaimed, and finally as time went on and we 
heard no more from you we concluded you were 
dead. Your letter to father was a great relief, 
though we have felt since like reproving you 
for neglecting us so long,” said Professor Mac- 
Donald. 

“Guess I deserve a reprimand. I see I was 


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wrong, but I assure you my silence wasn't from 
lack of interest in my good friends, but I under- 
estimated the importance of your hearing from 
me. You know men are inclined to find letter 
writing irksome. By and by when we all get 
our thinking machines in tune we will be able 
to keep up with each other better, in the mean- 
time I am going to turn over a new leaf. I 
realize I have been the greatest loser by my neg- 
lect, since your father's letter gave me so much 
pleasure." 

''Father is an exceptionally fine letter writer; 
his letters make me feel as if I had been listen- 
ing to him talk, they bring him so close. Few 
men equal to father any way." 

"Very few, indeed; he has such deep sympa- 
thies he enters into one's life so fully. Uncle 
was much the same. I could approach him with 
any subject I needed to ask about and be sure 
of a sympathetic answer." 

"Always wondered about your uncle's remain- 
ing unmarried. He was a home man through 
and through and would have made the right 
woman a happy wife," said the professor. 

"I presume he missed the right woman from 
some things he said to me, but whether she died 
or what separated them I never knew. He al- 


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ways said a man had better remain single than 
marry the wrong woman for him/’ 

‘‘By the way, Charlie, have you found the right 
woman? Come to think of it, you are almost 
as old as I am and IVe been married fifteen 
years/’ 

''Oh, I’m still a bachelor,” said the doctor. 

'^Now, old fellow, what are you blushing 
about — out with it; I believe you are in love, 
ha, ha,” said the professor not failing to see the 
doctor’s embarrassment. 

"Look here, Roland, you must not ask too 
pointed questions; you see I’m still bashful, not 
having had a woman to train me. I haven’t 
heard whom you married,” said the doctor. "Your 
father wrote that you, your brothers and sister 
Virginia were married, and where you were each 
located.” 

"My wife is a daughter of Judge Willis of 
Louisville. We have three boys and a girl. Be- 
fore I forget it. I’ll tell you my wife extends 
her invitation, also, to you for dinner this eve- 
ning; she wasn’t at church last night, she and I 
take turns staying with the youngsters.” 

"I understood from your father you are su- 
perintendent of the city schools?” 

"Yes, so as this is Saturday I wanted to put 


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in the day with you while I am at leisure. It is 
rather pleasant out, so if you like we will drive 
out and let you see how our city has grown since 
you were here.’’ 

‘‘Thank you, I will be glad to go. I suppose 
the Capitol building is the greatest improvement, 
but I see from here some good business houses 
that have taken the places of the old.” 

“We will leave the Capitol building for you 
to see when we go over home, as it isn’t far from 
our place. We live at father’s old home, but 
the house has been changed since you saw it, and 
part of the ground cut up in lots and sold as the 
city grew out our way.” 

As the friends drove around viewing points 
of interest in the city, the professor took the first 
opportunity to interview the doctor on his method 
of treating disease. 

“So you really think diseases can be cured by 
suggestion ?” 

“I have demonstrated it so often in my prac- 
tice it is no longer a theory with me, but a fact/' 
said the doctor. 

‘^Of course in my profession I use practical 
psychology and have my teachers study it in con- 
nection with school discipline, also understand 
the value of comprehending its laws in all re- 


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lationships in life, but I haven't seen it demon- 
strated as a theraputic agent in physical diseases, 
but I am open to conviction on every advanced 
line of thought, so hope to investigate through 
you this special branch of psychology, for I 
know you are no 'fake' and are not misled by 
your imagination, so I will be glad to have my 
horizon broadened by you." 

"I will be pleased to give you any information 
you desire that I can back with my own demon- 
strations. There are theories yet to be tested, 
the truth of which may sooner or later be proven, 
but I confine my teaching tO' demonstrated facts. 
The fundamental laws are with most still vague, 
so I have all my time taken in convincing my 
classes of the necessity to understand the simple 
relationship between soul and body, so long have 
they been treated apart; an M. D. for the body 
and a D. D. for the soul, until the poor patient 
feels as if a big D in some form has taken pos- 
session of him soul and body." 

As the friends drove up the street leading to 
the cemetery and past the arsenal the doctor 
looked down upon the state penitentiary and re- 
marked : 'T see the prison walls look the same." 

"Not much change in them or the type of 
criminals they contain. From your experience 


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what solution have you for handling the crimi- 
nal class, Charlie?’’ 

“Think the humane way to handle them is as 
with other diseased persons, only of course they 
have to be guarded against injuring others and 
themselves. A thorough physical examination 
should be made to see if any abnormal condi- 
tions exist, such as pressure on the brain or 
nerves that a surgical operation can remove, the 
surgeon in such cases being the first agent to 
cure, possibly all that is needed beside proper 
environments for right suggestion for the pa- 
tient. If the criminal be a liquor or drug fiend, 
suggestive theraputics is the remedy if the pa- 
tient zmnts to be cured.” 

“You don’t cure against the will of the patient, 
then.” 

“Even Christ, the greatest psychologist, could- 
n’t do that, you know.” 

“So then the patient’s will is not put out of 
service and the physician’s substituted, but on 
the contrary the patient’s will has to be exercised 
to the extent of being willing to be cured, at 
least.” 

“Most assuredly, the patient has to co-operate 
with the physician. If there were not such sad 
features about it it would be amusing to hear a 


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poor slave, as the drunkard or drug taker, assert 
he isn’t going tO' let any one control him and 
take away his will power. That excuse is often 
given for not taking treatment.” 

“What queer standards of manliness some men 
have; they are determined to preserve the right 
to make beasts of themselves at all hazards,” 
said the professor. 

^T was glad to see Kentucky come out so 
strong in the anti-saloon movement,” said the 
doctor. “I have often in my Western travels 
felt ashamed to so often see the signs, 'Kentucky 
liquor store’ or 'Kentucky whisky sold here.’ I 
hope the time is coming when Kentucky will be 
as famous abroad for her stand on the temper- 
ance question as she has been so long for fine 
drinks.” 

''Charlie, what do you think is the reason that 
the reputation of a state or an individual on the 
evil side travels faster than their virtuous char- 
acteristics? That is the case isn’t it? Person- 
ally some of us enjoy good reports and want to 
hear that only, but I’ve noticed in my limited 
travels the tendency to dwell on unfavorable 
points by the average man.” 

“In my contact with men East and West there 
seems more evidence of bad reports traveling 


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faster and covering wider territory than good 
ones, and I think those who' love purity will have 
to study more carefully the cause. Take, for 
instance, the reputation of this state as we have 
started on that, how few associate Kentucky 
with her best institutions as represented by her 
educational and religious facilities, and above all 
her homes, the center of the best in state and 
nation? From New York to San Francisco she 
is famous for her whisky and tobacco products, 
and if one were to judge by the proportion of 
times she is mentioned in that connection with 
the instances she is spoken of for her really 
zvorthy characteristics, she would be low down 
in the scale of true worth, but we who love her 
know the public estimate is in great measure un- 
just, though I do not believe in apologizing for 
the sins of one’s native state any more than for 
those of an adopted one, but the point we want 
to get at is why evil qualities are picked up 
oftener than good by the public, in considering 
a place or person, as evidence indicates such is 
the case. It’s a large subject, volumes could be 
written upon it by a careful investigator. Evil 
advertises boldly and accustoms the public to 
its appearance, therefore when we are traveling 
iour casual acquaintance automatically, as it were. 



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takes hold of the most advertised feature of a 
place following the natural law of suggestion 
to the objective mind, so when I meet a man and 
I respond tO' his query as to which is my native 
state almost invariably the response he makes is : 
'Oh, Kentucky, she ranks high for fine whisky 
and fast horses/ The men think to please me, 
and are surprised at my reply, but that oft-re- 
peated expression shows that the most objec- 
tionable characteristic of a state finds transpor- 
tation more frequently than others, so the public 
mind is more receptive to evil and the public 
tongue more active in disseminating it or the 
agents for corrupting influences are better psy- 
chologists than the representatives of ptire 
thought.'’ 

'T infer from what you say that you believe 
suggestion is the most potent force for good or 
evil and that the character of a person depends 
more largely on the kind of suggestions he is 
subjected to than anything else,’’ said the pro'- 
fessor. 

"Yes, there is no doubt of it in my mind.” 

"That is my conclusion, too, from my line of 
work, but I find children a puzzling study from 
more than one viewpoint. Those from homes 
one would expect to be the best environment] 


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prove to be developing more objectionable char- 
acteristics than others less favorably surrounded, 
often, so I have decided a teacher has to study 
the individual and not take it for granted that 
a child is so and so because of parentage, for 
after all we don’t really know another’s environ- 
ment, appearances are deceiving, the only thing 
we are sure of is that each child is a distinct 
entity and should be made to realize it in a way 
to develop self respect and self reliance, and be 
led to choose the right because it harmonizes with 
his real self that rebels when his mind and body 
accept evil things, and thus trained he becomes 
in youth more receptive of pure than evil sug- 
gestion either at home or abroad.” 

''Roland, I see you have the basic principle 
upon which we doctors work. You work to help 
build character in the belief that the divine ele- 
ment in the child can control mind and body and 
preserve harmony. We physicians take the child 
that has failed to grow up controlled by his di- 
vine nature and try to restore health of mind 
and body by calling upon this divine spirit within 
him to resume control and thus restore health.” 

At this point in the conversation the doctor 
and professor had reached the brow of the hill 
over which the Versailles pike connects with 


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Main street, a spot commanding an extensive 
view of the pike and surrounding country and 
looking ahead the doctor exclaimed : ''Look out, 
there’s a runaway horse coming.” 

The professor looked and laughed : "I guess 
you have forgotten how the young bloods drive 
in this country. That horse is going at its usual 
pace when Jack Stanford has the ribbons.” 

By this time the speeder was approaching very 
near and the steady going horse of the professor 
pricked up his ears and looked interested, and 
began to prance as if ready for a race. "Look 
at Prince, will you, his heredity crops out under 
excitement yet, even if he is getting on in years,” 
said the professor. 

"Hello, Professor ; fine morning for a race,” 
called out young Stanford as he passed sO' rap- 
idly the professor could only bow and smile in 
response. 

"Isn’t that horse a beauty,” enthusiastically 
commented the doctor. "Do you know I’d rather 
be behind a horse like that than in the finest auto 
ever made. The thrill of life along the reins as 
the horse responds to the driver’s signals can’t 
be experienced in rapid transit of a machine im- 
pelled vehicle. A horse of that blood enjoys the 


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speed as much as the driver, too, if the driver 
understand his nature, so- the magnetic current 
of sympathy is transmitted back and forth be- 
tween them/’ 

''I think it will be a long time before a Ken- 
tuckian loses his love of horses, too many gen- 
erations back of it,” said the professor. 

''We don’t see so many driving in from the 
country this winter as usual owing to the con- 
venience and comfort of the interurban between 
Frankfort, Versailles and Lexington, but just as 
soon as the weather moderates and the country 
puts on her new spring clothes, the pleasure rid- 
ers and drivers will be out.” 

"Who are those distinguished looking colored 
persons?” asked Dr. Duvall. 

"They are normal school teachers and students, 
the school building is right over there,” said 
Professor MacDonald, pointing it out, it being 
off the pike at their left. "That reminds me, it 
must be afternoon, as they are out walking for 
recreation, so we will drive out to your old home 
and return for lunch — or let me see — if you can 
do with a lunch of cheese and crackers and such 
provender as we can find in a country grocery, 
we can drive on to the Forks of Elkhorn.” 

"It’s beautiful out and I certainly am enjoy- 


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A Glimpse of Love 


ing everything thoroughly. Every step makes 
me feel more at home than for many years, so 
if it suit you I am sure it will be a delight to 
me.’’ 

'‘All right, tO' the Forks we go ; but don’t let 
me forget to have you back for 6 o’clock dinner 
or somebody’s patience might give out if the 
dinner be damaged waiting.” 

"That’s so. I’ll remember, for I have wanted 
a Kentucky dinner too long to let my first be in 
danger of spoiling,” replied the doctor. 

CHAPTER VIII. 


An Important Interview. 


k-SS MARY, will you let me have a pri- 


vate interview with you at the earliest 


"M 

opportunity?” asked Dr. Duvall during 
the evening of his first visit in the MacDonald 
home. The question was asked under cover of 
his position of turning the music for Miss Mac- 
Donald as she played, some member of the fam- 
ily being in the parlor all the evening with them. 

"Yes, but I will have to take time to think, as 
a music teacher is a busy person. Please see if 
there aren’t some songs among my music that 


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you know/’ Miss MacDonald remembered Dr. 

I Duvall had a good voice and one of her pleasant 
associations in memory was his singing, while 
she accompanied him on the piano. 

I Professor MacDonald, who had been up to 
the nursery to tell his baby girl good night, came 
in and said: ''Charlie, give us a tune, one of 
the old ones you used to sing and let’s be boys 
and girls together again. How I wish the rest 
were here tonight.” By the time he had finished 
speaking the words had suggested the impossi- 
bility of such a reunion and he hastily turned to 
hide the rising emotion. 

"Think you will find some old songs in that 
portfolio. I have always kept some reminders 
of youth around so as to keep from realizing I 
am getting away from it as the years go by,” 
said Miss MacDonald. 

' "Allow me to say your method of suggestion 
has proven very effectual and I shall make a 
note of it as an illustration and proof of a scien- 
.j tific discovery,” said the doctor, while Miss Mac- 
Donald blushed her appreciation of the delicately 
put compliment. 

; "Charlie, you can use that when you lecture 
:{ for the 'beauty doctors.’ Well, let’s have a song 
,,t, — 'Sailing, Sailing’ — Oh, I know, I want to hear 

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you and Mary sing that duet, 'What Are the 
Wild Waves Saying?' — any old thing will do, 
though." 

"I thought you didn't use slang. Professor Ro- 
land," laughingly said Miss MacDonald. 

"Well, now what did I say like slang?" 

"Don't you know 'any old thing' is slang?" 

Professor MacDonald was noticeably given to , 
the use of pure English, so his sister enjoyed 
teasing him when he inadvertently used an ex- 
pression perfectly correct in his use of it, but 
one often perverted by persons addicted to cor- 
rupting language. 

Dr. Duvall was an amused listener to this 
little byplay, as it was an evidence that the Mary j 
of his memory was before him and indeed her 
animated face with its flush of health left little , 
to be imagined of the girl's appearance twenty 
years ago, and had they been alone the proba- 
bilities are the "Charlie" of today would have 
shown to be wiser than the "Charlie" of that 
long ago and claimed his own. 

"I stand convicted and demand the execution > 
at once, so proceed — on with the song, let joy ; 
be unconfined — hurry up, Charlie, or she'll say 
I misquoted." 

Selections made, the songs went on to the great 


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pleasure of all, and Miss MacDonald noted indi- 
cations of training in the rich baritone voice, 
and the professor observed how harmoniously 
his sister's and ''Charlie's" voices blended in 
duets, but with a man's obtuseness never dis- 
covered the real secret of it, for there was a 
quality of voice for which no amount of techni- 
cal training could account. During the singing 
Mrs. MacDonald quietly slipped in unseen save 
by her husband, and the woman heart could 
interpret what was impossible with the man, and 
she needed this one instance only of the meeting 
of the souls of this man and woman on the high 
plane of music to read a beautiful romance. 

At the close of a song the doctor looked at his 
watch and saw it was near ii o'clock, so he 
said : "Look here, I must not keep you folks 
up so long; you will be scolded for getting to 
church late in the morning. Mrs. MacDonald, 
I am glad to find my friend Roland so well taken 
care of and since I have seen you and the chil- 
dren I can account for his becoming a very good 
looking man in spite of the bad start he had in 
his youth." 

"Hold on there, Charlie. I thought you said 
you were bashful. I call that a pretty good start 
at courting a man's wife," said the professor. 


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slapping the doctor affectionately on the back, 
and remarking to his wife, ''It’s the same old 
Charlie.” 

Professor MacDonald was a pretty boy and 
when first grown rather an effeminate looking 
young man, with a superfluity of vanity, and was 
a dashing beau with the girls, consequently was 
often the envy of the other boys for his popu- 
larity with them, and had to meet the rebuffs 
of the more rugged types of manhood, and he 
readily understood the doctor’s reference to his 
looks as simply taking up another thread of their 
youth to bind closer the present. 

"Tomorrow from three to five or Monday 
evening,” said Miss MacDonald, as Dr. Duvall 
looked inquiringly intO' her face, as he bade her 
good night. 

"Thank you, tomorrow afternoon from three 
to five, please,” responded the doctor. 

"You must make yourself at home with us. 
Doctor, and drop in to see us any time you feel I 
like it,” said Mrs. MacDonald. | 

"Thank you. I have been homesick for what 
I have enjoyed tonight for many years, so will 
certainly avail myself of the opportunity to re- 
peat the experience as often as possible while in 
Frankfort. Goodi night.” 


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^‘Good-night, Doctor. Good-night, Charlie, 
come again soon,’’ said Mr. and Mrs. MacDon- 
ald. 

“I like your friend immensely, Roland,” said 
Mrs. MacDonald to her husband soon after the 
doctor left. 

“I knew you would, he was a dear boy and 
today I had a fine time with him, and I find he 
has made good use of the years. If he had a 
sweet little wife like I have to touch him up a 
bit he’d be about as nearly perfect as a man gets 
to be in this world.” 

“Don’t you worry. It won’t be his fault if he 
doesn’t get a wife to suit him better than a wo- 
man like me before many days.” 

“Now I’d like to know where you get that 
idea. What did he tell you?” 

“Not a thing — I really must go to bed,” said 
Mrs. MacDonald, starting upstairs, determined 
to keep still lest a blundering man interfere with 
the charming little drama she wanted to see 
played out uninterruptedly in her home, for it 
isn’t often two such actors are found to partici- 
pate in the same scene. 

Sunday morning Dr. Duvall went dutifully to 
church. It’s doubtful about the reason of his 
going being strictly orthodox, but we believe 


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there was no more devout worshiper at the 
shrine of love in the sanctuary that day than he, 
though he burned incense at the feet of a woman 
whose voice and soul held him enthralled. He 
looked forward to 3 o’clock when he might go 
to her and reveal all his pent-up devotion and 
plead for the first place in her heart, for if it 
were hard to leave the Mary of his boyhood days, 
it would be immeasureably harder now to try to 
adjust his life to hopeless loneliness without this 
incomparable woman beside him, for he realized 
now that all through the years there had been 
an unrecognized undercurrent of hope that some 
day they would meet again with no barriers be- 
tween them. 

Promptly at 3 P. M. Dr. Duvall was admitted 
into the MacDonald home and greeted with gen- 
tle courtesy by Miss MacDonald, who showed, 
no self-consciousness, though expressing by word 
and manner the pleasure she felt in meeting her 
childhood playmate and friend of her girlhood. 
She did not possess the vanity that leads to self- 
consciousness on any occasion for that which shef 
was doing for the pleasure or benefit of others^ 
was so much to her, self was forgotten, so therd 
was a rare charm about her that drew many tdi 
her in admiration and friendship, but men who 

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desired the warmest place in her thoughts found 
her composure somewhat trying to their vanity. 

Dr. Duvall seemed to Miss MacDonald this 
afternoon much like the young man twenty years 
ago who frequently came to call. He had grown 
stouter, some gray hairs lighted up the black 
around his temples, but his face was smoothly 
shaved and his eyes were warm and deep as she 
remembered them, and when a woman can look 
into the eyes of a man and read there a soul un- 
corrupted by the years she is filled with pleasure 
even though the man be a stranger, but if she 
has been for years separated from some one whom 
she regarded in the light of a personal friend 
and meets his eyes with the same boyish frank- 
ness in them that held a charm for her, her joy 
is unbounded. 

^'Miss Mary, our meeting seems so natural to 
me I cannot realize now that eighteen years have 
gone by since we parted, though they seemed 
long to me as they were passing, but it is neces- 
sary for me to review those years to you in order 
to come to the important point in the present, so 
I will ask you to listen to me patiently until I 
give you an account of events that will throw 
light on some of the years that I know could not 


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have been accounted for by my dear friends, least 
of all by you/' 

''I shall try tO' give you close attention, Doctor, 
but you know it's asking a good deal of a woman 
to do' all the listening." 

''I promise to be very eager to hear you talk 
after I am through if I can persuade you to say 
that which I want to hear." 

''I make no rash promises, but I'm ready to 
listen but reserve the right to speak out if cir- 
cumstances demand." 

The doctor candidly rehearsed his feelings 
from the time he began to prepare himself to 
leave her tO' gO' to New York to study, and he 
noticed with pleasure the deepening of color in 
her cheeks and a softening of the light in her 
deep blue eyes as he confessed the affection of 
his young manhood, and he was sure of her 
sympathetic listening to his account of the strug- 
gle to become financially able to take care of a 
wife. Here he saw she made a motion tO' speak 
but reconsidered. He said it was impossible to 
express in words the blow that fell when he 
thought she had married and the impossibility 
of becoming reconciled as the years went by, 
made brief mention of his taking up suggestive 
therapeutics, ending by speaking of her father's 


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letter revealing the mistake about her being mar- 
ried, which he could not explain until he took an 
opportunity the day before to ask Professor Mac- 
Donald about Professor Denham’s marriage and 
found he married another Mary MacDonald, a 
daughter of a member of the legislature, who 
spent the winter in Frankfort and Lexington so- 
ciety, and the professor lost no time in courting. 
A common coincidence of name, fraught with 
unhappy results to at least one, because ma#-like 
he needs must use his reasoning faculties and as 
the data seemed unquestionably true it must be 
true, therefore he must be a man and make the 
best of it and to do that he chose to seem to have 
forgotten those who loved him, a mistake rarely 
made by a woman, but too common with men 
for their own good and the happiness of those 
who care for them. 

There was a suspicion of a smile playing 
around the corners of the "‘Cupid bow” mouth 
of the listener as the doctor recounted the blow 
the marriage announcement gave him, but it was 
driven back out of sight and had to content it- 
I self in playing a tune on her heartstrings to ex- 
press her joy over having at last an authentic 
reason for the years of silence which had brought 
many heart aches to the true-hearted woman. She 


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did not want tO‘ believe the friend of her memory 
could become faithless tO' herself and others who 
had been drawn to him by his twice orphaned 
life and his impulsive, affectionate nature, re- 
sponsive to friendship, nor could she become rec- 
onciled to the thought he was dead, so she knew 
no rest of mind, though no one knew the secret 
sorrow that was never absent, only controlled 
from appearing to others as no one could read 
the passionate expression she gave it through 
the rendition of music composed by other souls 
that had used that method of relief to intense 
sorrows and sometimes she improvised upon the 
piano, for while sorrow is the common fate of 
all, yet to each individual his or her own has its 
peculiar phases no one else can interpret. 

Dr. Duvall told of his resolve to take chances 
and come to her and not wait for the uncer- 
tainty of correspondence, as he wanted to pre- 
sent his plea in person and make clear the mis- 
take he had made, which might seem to a woman 
inexcusable just in the bare statement. 

^‘Now, Miss Mary, the boy of twenty loved you 
fondly, and that love has been intensified by 
years of growth; without it as an inspiration in 
my work I should have been unable to have 
fought the battle of a lonely life to any degpe^ 


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of success, but there ^re heights yet to be at- 
tained and I want you beside me in the ascent, 
for you are the fulfillment of my desires as a 
mature man as you were the joyous dream of 
my youth. Mary, you know I loved you and 
love you still, will you be my wife and go West 
with me soon?'' 

As the doctor made the closing declaration and 
asked the plain question his words but feebly 
expressed the intensity of his soul as he paused 
for response. He had as soul culturist and phy- 
sician studied many faces to enable him to- read 
the needs of the individual, but never before had 
he been permitted to see the effect of an all-con- 
trolling love overwhelmingly permeating body, 
soul and spirit of the loved object; thrillingly 
awakening them to a conscious existence never 
felt before. For a brief time the woman nature 
demanded silent abandonment to the sweet reali- 
zation that the one who possessed the key had 
come and unlocked the prison house of her soul 
and made it possible for her to pour out its wealth 
upon him and the world with no restraining con- 
ventionalities to hinder the revelation of the wo- 
man she knew lived within her body, but here- 
tofore restrained from expressing herself. Yet, 
as the love of the strong man appealed to the 


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depths of her affectionate nature, driving out all 
fears and anxieties that were lurking there dur- 
ing the silent years, her lips were powerless to 
utter the emotions of her heart, and unconsciously 
she looked into the face of her lover in an appeal 
of helplessness in this crisis of her life and the 
ready heart of the man accepted this mute ac- 
knowledgment of his soul as the complement of 
her own and his lips uttered joyously: '‘My 
Mary/’ Almost inaudible came the response: 
"My Charlie.” 


CHAPTER IX. 


Faith, Hope and Love Rewarded. 

/^I^HE month of February in Kentucky is 
often a tantalizing one with its prophecies 
of spring when the warmth of a day of 
sunshine makes inroads even on snow banks on 
northern slopes, while on southern exposures a 
carpet of green is spread. The buds on early 
blossoming shrubs and trees find their brown 
coats too small and threaten Mother Nature with 
bursting them at once, but sometimes she saves 
them from such indiscretion by calling on Jack 
Frost to come back quickly and chill their ardor 


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Or the Doctor's Wooing 


about getting out into the world, but again she 
lets some of the more aggressive ones gO' on 
swelling in their ambition to fulfill their destiny, 
prematurely, and when the bleak winds of March 
are sent forth searching out every nook, testing 
the vitality of all living things, many an indiscreet 
little bud has its embryo blossoms blasted by the 
cold breath. A venturesome crocus that has been 
cherishing the sunshine of its own storage as it 
lay under the blanket of snow, peeps out on one 
of these warm days and holds up a beautiful 
white, yellow, lavender or deep purple cup, and 
as it drinks the nectar Nature provides it pro- 
claims the approach of the joyous season and 
bids us get in tune with the spring-time march 
and keep step with it along the path strewn with 
flowers, illuminated by sunshine, where song 
birds flit here and there making vocal the spirit 
of home making. 

If the prophecy of spring was in the landscape 
it had already arrived in the hearts of two lov- 
ers and was to be cherished as a permanent guest 
to keep the heart youthful in its high aspira- 
tions, full of energy, buoyant with hope as from 
this time on they tread the pathway of life to- 
gether. Dr. Duvall and his betrothed were ex- 
periencing such happiness as is possible only with 


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A Glimpse of Love 


a man and woman who has lived to mature years 
loyal to the promptings of their spiritual natures 
that led them up higher and higher, using fail- 
ures as well as successes as stepping stones. Now 
they are in the sweet sunshine of a love that has 
stood the test of long separation and they feel 
that their future will be fuller not only of per- 
sonal joy, but richer in blessings to the world. 
Dr. Duvall desired to be maried without delay, 
for he felt that twenty years was a long court- 
ship before marriage, and he said his soul was 
wooing hers all that time even if circumstantial 
evidence pointed to forgetfulness, so following 
the desires of her own heart as well as his. Miss 
MacDonald consented to- arrange her affairs as 
quickly as possible to gO' with him to Seattle. 

These devoted persons felt that since they 
themselves were capable of faithfulness, there 
might be much more love in the world than 
is supposed by many and they felt they could 
not become pessimistic, for perfect faith in 
self and another guards against such a deplorable 
state of mind that poisons the atmosphere all 
around for self and others. 

Miss MacDonald found many things to arrange 
for before the bridal day, but she felt such an 
increase of resourcefulness since the burden of 


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heart aches had been removed she knew no wear- 
iness of mind or body, as she filled each hour of 
the day with active occupation. 

She desired a quiet, home wedding with only 
the most intimate friends present, which was 
gratifying to the doctor, as all he desired was 
to secure his Mary before anything happened to 
separate them again. He found the days longer 
than she, as he missed his routine work of many 
years and was eager, too, for each evening to 
come when he might be with her an hour or two 
at least. Professor MacDonald solicited Dr. Du- 
vall to lecture to his teachers and advanced pupils, 
which he gladly did and the twO' friends spent as 
many hours together as possible in discussing 
soul culture and subjects of general interest, as 
well as personal hopes and ambitions. Dr. Du- 
vall did a great deal of letter writing that he 
might keep in touch with his patients in San 
Francisco. He enjoyed a trip to Lexington on 
the interurban and had rides behind Jack Stan- 
ford’s horse. Professor MacDonald having men- 
tioned to the young man the doctor’s admiration 
of his ''turn out,” so Mr. Stanford asked the pro- 
fessor to introduce him that he might invite the 
doctor to drive with him. The doctor enjoyed 
the ride and the breezy talk of the young man 


One Hundred Five 


A Glimpse of Love 


and questions about the West, while Jack Stan- 
tford unconsciously received impressions of a 
higher standard of manhood than ever before in 
his gay, care-free life, for the doctor understood 
how to bring out latent manhood in him, for he 
had a ready sympathy with young men and de- 
sired tO' help them take hold of the things worth 
while before young manhood was wasted. 

Next tO' the lovers themselves, Mrs. MacDon- 
ald enjoyed the days intervening between the 
engagement and nuptials, as she was a senti- 
mental woman and loved her husband's sister 
dearly. She often wondered why Mary could 
not respond to the overtures of the intelligent, 
refined men who paid her court, but when ques- 
tioned on the subject she said : '‘When the right 
one comes I will gO' with him anywhere unques- 
tioningly, but there is no one here I can persuade 
myself I care enough for not tO' be able to get 
along without him, so I can't wrong him and 
myself by becoming his wife just for the sake 
of marrying, though to my mind marriage sanc- 
tified by mutual love is better for woman and 
man than remaining single." So as the years 
went on it was taken as a matter of course Miss 
MacDonald was going to remain unmaried. Miss 
Mary confided her happiness to her sister-in-law 


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Or the Doctor's Wooing 


first of all and gratified her by delegating her 
with the pleasant task of informally notifying 
friends. Mrs. MacDonald was anxious to have 
a pretentious wedding at the church and break- 
fast or luncheon at the house, but Miss Mary 
persuaded her it would be more enjoyable and 
less burdensome to all most concerned to have 
a quiet affair, though she appreciated her sister- 
in-law's interest. 

''Mary, you have been like a mother and sis- 
ter to me since I married your brother, and it is 
little enough I can do to show my appreciation 
of you as you are going so far away. I just have 
to think all the time how happy you are and how 
long you have waited to be this happy, though 
you deserved it years ago, to keep from being 
miserable over the prospect of doing without 
you. 

"I don’t allow myself to think of the going 
away part any more than it is impossible to avoid, 
for I hardly know how I will adjust myself to 
a separation from you and Roland and the dear 
children, as we three have gone along together 
or near each other so many years, but you know 
I have a welcome to look forward to at the other 
end of the line from Father and Harold. I feel 
blessed in love beyond measure. As you married 


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for love you know how the one special love is 
the overwhelmmg one and yet does not conflict 
with family affection if members of the family 
do not themselves allow it to do so, and I think 
no member of my family will, as all are married 
and can understand/’ 

^'Mary, I’m glad now you didn’t marry any 
of those other men. Dr. Duvall is so' superior to 
them, though they were nice, good men. I 
wouldn’t know how tO' be happy with such a 
man, for I wouldn’t know how to manage him, 
he seems too superior to even be vain.” 

'"You are very kind to be so complimentary to 
the doctor,” laughingly responded Miss Mary. ''I 
will not borrow trouble yet over his apparent 
lack of vanity, though I believe wives think the 
easiest way to manage husbands is through flat- 
tering their vanity.” 

''I know it is, you may be sure I don’t let any 
other woman get ahead of me flattering my hus- 
band,” said Mrs. MacDonald. 

'Well, you certainly have succeeded in hold- 
ing Roland’s admiration and devotion all these 
years some way. I wish all married couples were 
as faithful to each other as you two.” 

"If all men had mothers and fathers like my 
husband’s parents there would be more happy 


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marriages ; they made love the basis of all life/' 

“Yes, mother and father estimated the worth 
of everything by what it contributed to that prin- 
ciple in our social relationships, so we children 
grew up with the idea that love was the first 
essential to marriage contracts, and that civil 
marriage without love to sanctify it is an unholy 
relationship." 

^'Just look, Mary, isn't that sweet?" said Mrs. 
MacDonald, holding up a dainty dressing-sack 
she was finishing as an accessory to the bridal 
wardrobe. 

“It's lovely. I will think of you every time I 
put it on. You are doing so many things to help 
me I will have many tangible reminders of you 
when I unpack my clothes in the far West. I 
guess I'll have to go to* the dressmaker's in a 
few minutes," said Miss Mary. 

“I suppose it is about 4 o'clock, as I hear Ro- 
land coming." 

These two women were busy working on the 
bridal garments and talked as they worked on 
the one important event in a woman's as well as 
a man's life, and Miss Mary was fortunate in the 
sympathetic companionship of her brother's wife 
at this time when a woman's finest sensibilities 


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are uppermost and a jarring note by an individual 
she cares for cuts deep and is hard to forget. 

‘'Hello, just look at the frills and flounces, 
ribbons and laces. Which one of you ladies is 
the ‘bride to be’ any way ? You each seem equally 
interested in this array of finery.” This greet- 
ing from Pro'fessor MacDonald, who always 
hunted up “the girls” as soon as he could get 
home from school. 

“Well, really, I believe I am enjoying this 
preparation as much as Mary, for I have the 
pleasure of participating in her happiness and 
living over the days before my marriage when I 
was preparing to become the wife of the only 
man in the world,” said Mrs. MacDonald. 

“I wish I could do something to help along 
on this happy occasion, but it seems a man is the 
least use of any one even on his own wedding 
day, for then all he is good for is to help the bride 
look her prettiest by contrast.” 

“I don’t know about that. I remember some 
very flattering remarks about the handsome 
groom the day I was married,” said Mrs. Mac- 
Donald. 

“Mary, I suppose you have been posted on 
how to keep a man in a good humor with him- 


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Or the Doctor's Wooing 


self and incidentally with his wife, by Florence,’’ 
smilingly remarked the professor. 

Both women laughed and Miss Mary said: 
''Oh, yes. I’ve no doubt she has given me some 
very important information to help me launch 
out on the sea of matrimony smoothly. I must 
go now to the dressmaker’s. Please don’t sew 
any more this evening, Florence, if I don’t get 
everything finished now I’ll have plenty of time 
after a while,” said Miss Mary, as she passed 
out. 

"It does my heart good to know Mary is so 
happy. Just think what would I have done if 
anything had separated us fifteen years ago, Ro- 
land.” 

"The best of it is, it would have been harder 
each year for us to give each other up. I’m 
glad, too, that she and Charlie are sO' much in 
love, for I confess there are not as many love 
matches these days as there should be, the mer- 
cenary spirit seems to permeate the atmosphere 
in all departments of life and that I believe is 
the secret of so many divorces. Oh, there’s my 
baby girl calling ^papa,’ ” said the professor, ris- 
ing to go down stairs, as the children were heard 
coming in from taking the baby out for an airing. 
The morning of February i6, 1909, the quiet 


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little city of Frankfort was viewed by one man 
through ro'se-colored glasses as he stood on the 
hill above the arsenal and watched the sun as it 
shone first on Fort Hill and other promontories 
that form a natural wall to Frankfort, and make 
a picturesque city. The Kentucky River below 
with its floating ice mirrored the sun as it rose 
higher and higher; the new Capitol building in 
South Frankfort stood out in stately dignity a 
fitting symbol of the spirit of law that protects 
the honor of the state. The eyes of the sight- 
seer wandered from the Capitol building to rest 
lovingly upon a dwelling house not far below, 
and as if drawn by an irresistable force, he 
started down the hill intO' the city with an ex- 
pression of quiet happiness, too deep for words, 
in his face. He returned to the Capitol Hotel, 
packed his belongings and arranged for their 
transfer to the station. 

TwO' hours later this gentleman, accompanied 
by a sweet-faced woman, was entering an auto- 
mobile amid a shower of rice, smiles and tears, 
and presently they were moving swiftly to the 
station tO' board the train for Louisville, and for 
the next few days they will be carried farther i 
and farther westward, a strange country to the . 
woman, but beside the man she loved no fears j 


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came to mar, only a natural feeling of regret in 
leaving so many loved ones behind, but the mem- 
ory of tokens of love that came day after day 
the last two weeks from a host of friends would 
be throughout the future a medium of soul com- 
munication when beyond the reach of voice or 
touch of hand. 

As the train slowly pulled out of the station a 
flutter of handkerchiefs, hands motioned in an 
impressive benediction and best wishes told 
plainly, the spirit of affection that would follow 
this couple wherever they are called in life’s 
journeyings. 


CHAPTER X. 


Scenery and Sentiment. 

e ARLY on the morning of February 22 the 
MacDonald residence on Puget Sound 
was the scene of active preparations for 
the celebration of some important event, but from 
remarks overheard we find it was not the birth- 
day of a great personage that was filling the 
thoughts of the household. Mrs. MacDonald was 
here and there through the house giving finish- 
ing touches to the rooms and as she sat a while 


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in her own apartment to attend to* the wants of 
baby Mary she gave final directions to ''Aunt 
Sally’’ as to the menu for 6 o’clock dinner. 

"Mis Mildred, yous needn’t bother bout that 
there dinner. I’s shore goin’ to do my very bes’ 
fo’ Mis’ Mary and Missa Chalie, cause I knows 
dey’ll be hongry and I’s sO' tickled tO' think dey’s 
married at las’ I’s gwine tO' cook the bes’ wed- 
din’ dinner I ever did cook, and I’s cooked a heap 
uv’em back there in Frankfort.” 

"Yes, I’m sure you will have a first-class Ken- 
tucky dinner.” 

"Mis’ Mildred, that baby shorely is getting 
puttier every day — now just look at her lafin’ 
at me.” 

"Muver, when is Aunt Mary and Uncle Char- 
lie tummin’?” said Frank, as he came in from 
play. 

"This afternoon, dear. Your father and grand- 
father will meet them in Seattle and bring them 
tO' dinner and grandmother and grandfather Car- 
roll may come, too.” 

"Aunt Sally, is you doin’ to have a bid dinner 
like Tismas?” 

"Cose I is ; it’s gwine to be the bigges’ dinner 
ever you saw in yo bon days, so doan you eat 
too much lunch today.” 


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''Won’t Tarlo be glad? Dess I’ll do tell him 
to be a dood dog, so you will dive him some nice 
fings.” Off went the little fellow to share the 
good news with his chum, while the negress fol- 
lowed chuckling good humoredly, for to a South- 
ern negro cook a day for a "big dinner” is a de- 
light as she feels her great importance to the 
success of the occasion and ^'Aunt Sally” is an 
old friend to "Mis’ Mary,” as she lived many 
years as cook in a family next door to Dr. Mac- 
Donald’s and when the "white folks” are intimate 
the colored help become attached to the young 
people and take great interest in love affairs, so 
now the charm of "fixin’ up for my own white 
folks” was an inspiration to insure success. "Aunt 
Sally,” though only about fifty-five years old, 
still had the old-time faithfulness to the "white 
folks” who had been kind to her. When Dr. Mac- 
Donald was coming west his son Harold’s wife 
asked him to find a good colored cook for her 
and bring her out, and as "Aunt Sally” was no 
longer regularly engaged, the neighbor having 
moved from Frankfort, the doctor hunted her 
up and got her consent to come west, after she 
persuaded a woman friend to come, too, and 
Mrs. MacDonald had found her a blessing in her 
skill as cook and her love of the babies. 


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‘'Mildred, is there anything you want me to do 
for you in the city?’’ asked Dr. MacDonald as 
he was about to start after lunch to Seattle to 
meet the train upon which Dr. Duvall and bride 
were expected. 

“No, thank you, Father, I believe I told Har- 
old everything necessary except I failed to re- 
mind him to phone me when the folks get in, 
so we can have the dinner nice and warm.” 

“I’ll call you up and let you know. Frank and 
I are so excited we are having a hard time to 
wait for trains today. I can’t realize yet I’m 
going to see Mary and Charlie in a few hours,” 
smilingly said the doctor, whose heart was 
thrilled with the prospect of a visit from two so 
dear to him, ever since their surprising letters 
announcing the happy termination of long years 
of separation were received. 

Three o’clock in the afternoon the phone rang 
and Mrs. MacDonald was informed that the trav- 
elers had arrived safe and they would be at Ed- 
monds on the 5 o’clock train, sO' that determined 
the dinner hour as planned. After giving “John” 
instructions to drive down to meet the guests, 
Mrs. MacDonald withdrew, to her room to rest 
a while before time to dress for dinner, that she 
might be in the best state mentally and physically 


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to entertain. She had met her husband’s sister 
as they had gone to Kentucky on their bridal 
trip and she felt no nervousness about her com- 
ing, on the contrary was anticipating much pleas- 
ure in showing off the babies and talking with 
her about anything and everything interesting to 
women, besides she being an experienced married 
woman though much younger than her sister- 
in-law she felt a motherely interest in contribut- 
ing all she could to the blissfulness of the honey- 
moon, for she had lived long enough to get over 
the two common idea that love is for youth only, 
for she knew herself to be more loving and lov- 
able than when she married, and she had no 
doubt that Dr. Duvall and bride in the maturity 
of years were more in love with each other than 
is possible to be felt by a young couple who know 
too little of life even to value each other as they 
should. This romance of true love appealed to 
her, too, as it proved the possibility of a man’s 
loyalty to the one woman through years of sep- 
aration. 

When the guests were being driven up the 
avenue to the MacDonald residence, Mrs. Mac- 
Donald, Frank and Carlo were on the veranda, 
alert to express a hearty welcome, while ^‘Aunt 
Sally,” with her white cap and apron bringing 


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out the African color and features, was on the 
watch in the side yard to catch the first glimpse 
of ‘^Mis Mary,’’ and when a sweet voice greeted 
her from the carriage, ''How do you do. Aunt 
Sally ?” a broad grin and a cheery "Howd’y, Mis 
Mary” responded and made the Kentucky girl 
feel she was in familiar surroundings after a 
long journey through miles and miles of strange 
country. 

Dr. and Mrs. Duvall could have found noth- 
ing in their welcome since they entered the Seat-, 
tie railway station that was not soul-satisfying, 
even had they not been in a state of mind to see 
only the pleasing side of everything, for father 
and brother had only to express in a natural 
way their joy at the reunion with those dear to 
them, while Mr. and Mrs. Carroll, the next to 
greet them, had the easy, cordial manners of 
Westerners, combined with an interest through 
marriage tie with the MacDonald family, and 
we already know the affectionate preparations of 
Mrs. MacDonald for the home-coming atmos- 
phere she desired to throw around the happy 
couple. 

The dinner was a happy, infonnal occasion, 
and from a psychological as well as a gastro^ 
nomic point of view was one to be recalled with 


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pleasure, though only a quiet home aflfair. ''Aunt 
Sally’’ proved as good as her word and left noth- 
ing to be desired by the partakers of the pro- 
ductions of her skill, save a greater capacity to 
do justice to them. 

Though a group of only seven women and 
men, the pronounced individuality of each was 
conducive to animated conversation led by the 
aggressive Mr. and Mrs. Carroll and seconded 
by Dr. MacDonald, whose spirit possessed the 
quality of laying hold on the best elements from 
all sources and blending them in a way to create 
harmony, because he had the rare gift of inspir- 
ing each one to express his or her best 
thoughts without embarrassing self-conscious- 
ness. Towards the close of the dinner Dr. Duvall 
remarked, "I believe I have caught a glimpse of 
the much-talked-of 'Seattle spirit,’ even in the 
two or three hours I have been in the vicinity, 
but don’t ask me to define it for publication.” 

"Then you are not ready to compete for a 
prize yet,” said Mrs. Carroll, referring to a prize 
having been offered by a city paper for the best 
definition. 

"No, I believe there will have to be some new 
words coined before a verbal expression can be 
given to the spirit of the great Northwest as a 


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whole or in sections. Our language seems 
meager sometimes, but I have due respect for 
Uncle Noah and all other dictionary makers, for 
they did the best they could, since they didn't 
have the privilege of living in Seattle or San 
Francisco." 

''I live, of course, under the spell of the Seat- 
tle spirit," said Mrs. MacDonald, '‘but I feel 
that San Francisco merits great commendation 
for her resurrecting spirit, destined to bring 
forth a greater city from the ashes of the old, 
but more especially do I commend her atmos- 
phere that has such an effect on mankind that a 
lover flies almost across the continent, proposes 
to a girl and brings his bride back all within the 
limits of a short month. So here's to the San 
Francisco' lover and his bride," rising and lifting 
her ‘glass of water. "May San Francisco, Seattle, 
New York and all intervening localities produce 
their kind, that the United States may be a 
nation noted for her knightly lovers and sweet- 
hearts, loyal and true." 

All arose and while the lovers smiled and 
blushed in appreciation, the rest joined heartily 
in the toast, and Mrs. MacDonald was about 
signifying withdrawal from the table, when Mrs. 
Duvall desired the privilege of responding by a 


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toast to the “Puget Sound host and hostess who 
so beautifully administer to the inner man and 
woman, physiologically or psychologically speak- 
ing." 

At eight o'clock Mrs. MacDonald invited her 
mother and Mrs. Duvall t0‘ go with her while 
she put the babies to bed, knowing well the 
pleasure it would give them. Frank honored 
“Aunt Mary" with the privilege of assiting him 
in getting into his “nightie" and, unsolicited, 
put up his lips for a good-night kiss and thus 
sealed a bond of affection between them. He sat 
a few minutes in grandmother's lap, but was 
soon fast asleep, tired from the day's excitement. 
The women all joined in discussing the charms 
of the babies, and Mrs. MacDonald took this 
opportunity to ask about the little MacDonalds 
in the Kentucky home. Returning to the library, 
the ladies found the men in general discussion of 
local and national affairs, but at the first oppor- 
tunity Dr. MacDonald excused himself and asked 
his daughter Mary tO' go with him to his room, 
as he was hungry for a heart-to-heart talk with 
her for at least a few minutes on this first even- 
ing of their meeting for almost four years, and 
she, too, was longing for the opportunity, for 
they had been boon conapanions at home, and it 


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was a trial to both to be separated so far apart, 
but the daughter felt it was better for her father 
to stay some time from the scene of his sorrow, 
and she had planned to- join him during the 
summer and locate in the West unless he greatly 
desired to return home. 

The following morning after Dr. Duvall and 
wife arrived in Seattle, he said to her just be- 
fore going down to breakfast, ''Mary, I must go 
to Seattle this morning and see the New Thought 
leaders who arranged for my lectures. Father is 
going to introduce me to them and also to a 
physician who, he tells me, is a practitioner of my 
'faith and order,' and, as we are few in number, 
I will be glad to meet him." 

"Mrs. Carroll is going to stay until this after- 
noon, SO' I can go tO' the city with her." 

"Well, I will meet you and take you to a 
hotel till lecture time. As it is so far down here 
to come late at night, I will engage a room at a 
hotel convenient to the hall during my lecture 
course." 

"Yes, that will be best, for I don't want to 
miss any of the lectures. I know so little about 
your line of work, and as I'm your wife, I can't 
afford to be ignorant longer than is necessary to 
learn, so you are sure of one interested listener." 

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''I feel as if you know all about my work, you 
have been so close to me all the time, but the 
last week the realization has come that I own 
everything that is sweet and inspiring to a man, 
a m the truest sense of the term.’’ 

As he said this, his wife had put final touches 
to her breakfast toilet, turned from the mirror 
and putting her arms around her husband’s neck, 
said, ''Do you know if I were a novel writer. I’d 
be ashamed of the poor out the best of them 
make in writing love stories. The sweetest and 
best of them don’t more than touch the border- 
land of love, and yet poor, starved souls devour 
love stories and sigh because they think thern 
impossible drea^is of happiness. I used to have 
sweet dreams of love, too, but oh, to be with you 
in reality is inexpressibly beyond them.” Just at 
this moment a gentle tap was heard at the door 
and a voice called out, "Aunt Mary, Uncle 
Charlie, turn to breakfas’.” Whereupon the door 
was opened and little Frank received a good- 
morning greeting thoroughly satisfactory to his 
loving nature. 

Breakfast over, Mr. MacDonald, looking at 
his watch, said, "Well, gentlemen, if we are going 
to stroll along the beach to catch that next train, 
we will have to be off. Father, if you and Father 


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Carroll had rather drive down, I will order the 
carriage/’ 

'Tshaw, we are the spryest boys in the bunch, 
aren’t we, Mr. Carroll?” 

''I shouldn’t be surprised if it take them a 
few years to catch up with us, anyway,” said 
Mr. Carroll. 

''Father, I’m satisfied you didn’t take your 
own medicines when you were practicing, you 
look too young and rosy,” said Dr. Duvall. 

"Not much, that’s a fact. I’ve been blessed 
with plenty work and a good supply of energy, 
so I lived on that kind of Suggestive-Thera- 
peutics.” 

"The best kind, too,” replied Dr. Duvall. 

By this time all the men had on their over- 
coats and hats in hands, and Mr. Carroll said, 
"The bridegrooms will now salute their brides,” 
setting the example by kissing his wife. "Hurry 
up. Dr. Duvall, get the Seattle Spirit in your 
bones.” 

When the men reached the bridge, they gal- 
lantly turned and lifted their hats to the women 
standing on the veranda, smilingly watching the 
four men who filled the largest place in their 
lives. 

It was a warm, cloudy morning, but the at- % 


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mosphere was delightful, as it ever is on the 
larger part of the Puget Sound coast, whether 
there be rain or sunshine. Its quality is inde- 
scribable. Nature seems to have put just the 
right proportions in mingling the spruce-laden 
atmosphere with the salt air to bring a restful- 
ness to the nerves with sufficient stimulant to 
insure mental and physical energy. 

^Tm overwhelmed with the magnificence of 
that scene ; it really seems desecration tO' try to 
express what it makes one feel,’’ said Mrs. 
Duvall, looking out upon the Sound as the three 
women were going into the house after the men 
had disappeared. 

About a half an hour afterwards Mrs. Mac- 
Donald called from the foot of the stairs to 
Mrs. Duvall in her room above, and the latter 
came out to the top of the stairs and looked 
down at Mrs. MacDonald, who held up two little 
baskets apparently filled with flowers. 

''How pretty; May baskets in February!” ex- 
claimed Mrs. Duvall. 

"Mother is with baby, so I told her I would 
like to take these to two of my neighbors, some 
of the 'weddin’ fixin’s,’ as Aunt Sally says, are 
under the flowers. I thought you’d like to take 
the walk with me,” said Mrs. MacDonald. 

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''Yes, indeed, as soon as I can put on my walk- 
ing skirt ril be down/’ 

As they started, Frank was in the yard and 
asked if he might go, too, and permission given, 
he and Carlo led the way after being told where 
they were to go. 

Mrs. MacDonald explained to Mrs. Duvall, 
saying, "Fm taking one of these baskets to a 
girl bride, the wife, by the way, of 'John,’ who 
met you at the station. They live up there in 
that timber ; you can’t see the house yet. The 
other is for a maiden lady, an invalid, who lives 
over there in that white house to the right, and 
both of them will appreciate the sentiment con- 
nected with the small gift.” 

"Who is John, as you call him? He seems to 
be a gentlemanly, intelligent young man.” 

"His name is John Wright. He came from . 
Illinois last spring and while looking for some 
acre property he was in Harold’s office and he 
came to look at this piece he lives on that Harold 
owned. We needed a man to look after our 
ranch and we liked the looks of John, so he and 
Harold came to terms and he has been here ever 
since.” / 

"You spoke of his bride, so I suppose he re- I 
cently married.” 


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‘'Yes, during Christmas week. His wife was a 
neighbor girl back in Illinois, and she came out 
with a friend to join her enterprising lover, who 
had come out to locate a home so they could 
marry.’’ 

“I admire their independence. I begin to feel 
the West is a romantic country where love can 
thrive.” 

“I presume a novelist could get considerable 
assistance in his line of literature in the West 
anywhere, for the customs of a new country make 
it possible for worthy young people to live 
within their means and be respected for personal 
worth. The young women and men who marry 
for love and work and save to pay for their 
home are more devoted as a rule than those 
starting in affluence, I believe.” 

The women had reached the gate of the ranch 
fence that was built along the county road, and 
Mrs. MacDonald told Mrs. Duvall she and Frank 
could wait near there while she went the short 
distance to the home of the invalid before they 
went to the Wright place. 

^‘This is one of the finest locations on the ranch 
for a view of the Sound, but it is too cloudy to 
see the mountains this morning. Frank, you and 


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Carlo must take care of Aunt Mary while I go 
up to see Miss Prentice/’ 

‘‘All wite — Aunt Mary, see ’at nice log? Muver 
wests on it when we walk.” 

“Yes, it is a nice seat, sure enough, and we 
can see away, away over the big water, too, 
can’t we?” 

“See pretty boat. Aunt Mary.” 

Soon Mrs. MacDonald returned and sat down 
to rest before continuing on up the hill. 

“May I ask who your Miss Prentice is? You 
see. Western characters are new to me and I am 
interested in learning as much of life out here 
as possible, as I am to become a ‘Wild West- 
erner,’ too.” 

“Miss Prentice is from New York and one of 
the most interesting women I ever met. She is 
posted on everything anyone is likely to be inter- 
ested in, so much so if we are discussing any- 
thing at home and can’t settle, we say, ‘Ask Miss 
Prentice; she can tell us.’ She is near sixty 
years old, I judge. I want to take you to see 
her, as she would appreciate it and be charmed to 
hear you play.” 

“Is she in bed?” 

“No; only part of the time, but is confined to 
the house most of the winter. I have her spend 


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the day with me as often as she feels like coming 
in summer weather/’ 

''Who lives with her?” 

"A man and his wife with one child, who make 
what they can off the place for taking care of it 
and her. She loves children, so she advertised 
for a couple with a child to come to live with 
her. The same couple have been there ever since 
we moved out here. Arthur was a baby a few 
months old then. He is Frank’s ideal boy and 
he is a very nice child, so Fm glad to have him 
play with Frank occasionally, as I don’t think it 
best for children to grow up alone. Well, if you 
are ready, we will go on.” 

A few steps took them across the county road 
and they started up a wagon road cut through a 
dense forest over the hills to the clearings made 
by lumbermen and settlers. 

"How perfectly beautiful this is !” exclaimed 
Mrs. Duvall. She stopped to drink in the beauty 
i of this forest of evergreen trees with giant ferns 
springing up everywhere, mingling with young 
firs and hemlock, making a mass of the loveliest 
shades of green in the undergrowth. The trunks 
of huge trees felled some years before in making 
the pathway lay by the roadside covered with 


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lovely moss which the rainy season had brought 
out to perfection. 

''I never expected to- see such an array of ever- 
greens. You have any amount of spruce, hem- 
lock, arbor vitae and I can’t tell how many other 
evergreen trees, literally to burn, while back 
home we are delighted to get one or twO' scraggly 
little pines or cedars to- grow in our front yards. 
Just think, too, one can come out here any time 
of the year and see it like this.” 

Mrs. MacDonald was an interested spectator 
of her sister-in-law’s delight and she had given 
no hint of the beauty of this woodland scene in 
order that the impression might be startlingly 
pleasing to one who' was unfamiliar with this 
marked feature of the western Washington land- 
scape. 

''I caught glimpses of this kind of a forest, 
crossing the Cascades, but how wonderful to 
really walk through fairy land. I’m going to 
(explore this with Doctor the first day he has 
time.” 

Mrs. MacDonald laughingly said, ‘'Come on, 
Mary. There is more and more ahead and you 
will see some wood nymphs, too, very likely.” 

‘T don’t believe I’d be surprised to meet any 


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of the sylvan gods and godesses. Am I really 
awake or am I walking in my sleep 

‘‘I see Mrs. Wite/’ called out Frank, who was 
moving on ahead and had reached the branch 
road leading to the house of the Wrights. 

Mrs. MacDonald looked pleased when she 
reached the forks of the road and waited for 
Mrs. Duvall. ''Now for the closing scene of 
the panorama,’' she said, looking up the hill. 

The forest growth had been removed, save 
here and there a stately tree and clumps of small 
ones bordered with ferns, in quite a large circle, 
and on the brow of the hill stood an artistically 
constructed log house and in the door a young 
girl stood for a moment, then throwing a scarf 
she had on her arm, over her head and shoulders, 
she started down the path. Back of the house 
arose another hill still higher and apparently an 
unbroken forest, bringing out the foreground of 
the picture. Mrs. Duvall silently surveyed the 
truly charming scene for a few moments, then 
said, "No one but Cupid could have made that 
picture possible to man. He made the lover an 
artist.” 

"Our wood nymph is approaching,” said Mrs. 
MacDonald in a low tone as the girl came down 
the hill. 


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‘'Well, Frank, where did you come from?” 
said the girl, stopping by the little fellow, who 
was bent on climbing the hill without waiting 
for anyone. 

“Fse tummin’ to see you, — so is Muver an’ 
Aunt Mary.” 

“How nice ; Fm glad to see you,” then seeing 
the others near enough, she greeted them smil- 
ingly. She seemed a child nurtured on Nature’s 
bosom, with her rosy cheeks, sparkling brown 
eyes and unconscious grace of manner. John 
Wright was justified in making a strenuous 
effort to make this fitting setting for the jewel 
he had found. 

After introducing the girl to her sister, Mrs. 
McDonald gave the basket to Mrs. Wright, ex- 
plaining its contents. The girl showed much 
pleasure and said, “It seems nice to find a friend 
away out here to think about me this way.” 

“Mrs. Wright, you have a charming place 
here,” said Mrs. Duvall. 

“It seems sO' to me, too, as it is so different 
from anything I ever saw in my prairie home. 
My husband makes plans for improvements all 
the time, but I love it the way it is so I almost 
wish it could stay unchanged, but, of course, v/e 
have to have a garden and orchard.” 


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'‘Too bad we can’t live on lo^e, air and scen- 
ery ^ isn’t it?” said Mrs. MacDonald. 

“Yes, there is such an abundance of all these 
essentials out here,” said Mrs. Duvall. 

“Well, Mary, we will have to go back, as your 
namesake will want me.” 

“I wish you could come on up to the house,” 
said Mrs. Wright. 

“We haven’t time this morning, thank you. 
Were you going down our way?” 

“No, only a little way down the road for some 
ferns. I wasn’t expecting to gather roses and 
carnations, too,” replied the girl with a gratified 
smile that shone in her eyes. 

“Grace, you must come down to see us. My 
sister here is a musician and I have heard you 
say you are fond of music.” 

“Thank you. I will be glad to. The chance to 
hear good music is always a great pleasure, be- 
sides you make me feel at home even if all I meet 
out here are strangers to me.” 

“You are a brave little girl to come so far 
from home.” 

“Oh, I don’t know ; it would have been harder 
to stay than to come, John being here, you know.” 

“Yes, we understand, don’t we, Mary?” 

“Yes, indeed. I happen to know the hard part 


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of staying behind, so think, Mrs. Wright, you 
were wise in coming West.’’ 

As they talked they had walked down the road 
and the girl stopped to gather the ferns and the 
others went more briskly down than they came 
up and soon went in at the ranch gate. 

“You have a large orchard, Mildred. What 
fruits have you ?” 

“Apples, pears, plums and cherries principally. 
There are many kinds of cherries — black, white, 
yellow and red; big, little and medium; sweet, 
sour or neither, to suit all tastes. You ought to 
see that orchard from here when it is in full 
bloom and when cherries are ripe.” 

“It must be lovely. This is a fine location to 
see the ranch as a whole as well as get a grand 
view of the Sound. I never saw such an ideal 
slope in a landscape before. It seems to me 
Nature has been lavish in outlay of attractions 
at this point pr are there many such locations on 
the Sound? Of course, this is the first I have 
seen.” 

“I presume there are more equally as fine for 
natural beauty, but I think it can not be sur- 
passed and that is why Harold bought it for our 
home, as it is convenient enough to Seattle for 
his business. We are likely to have an interurban 


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to Edmonds before a great while, and the Great 
Northern talks of giving hourly service between 
Seattle and Everett, by and by, so this will be 
very desirable suburban residence property/’ 
''Well, we are back from a most enjoyable 
walk, and I thank you for taking me for a 
glimpse into the forest, and Em sure Doctor will 
find it food for his soul and I’ll be impatient to 
take him through it, though I suppose he has 
seen more of such scenery than I have.” 

^'I want you to have that view on a clear day 
when the snow-covered mountains can be seen.” 

The two women passed into the house and 
joined Mrs. Carroll, and they visited together 
until time for Mrs. Carroll and Mrs. Duvall to 
go to Seattle. 


CHAPTER XL 

Edmonds, Wash., March 12th, 1909. 
Mrs. R. MacDonald, 

Frankfort, Ky. 

Dear Sister : — I have much to tell you, so 
much indeed I can not begin to touch upon the 
impressions of the last three weeks. As I wrote 
you of our trip to Seattle in the form of a diary, 
mailed as soon as we reached the city, I will 


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confine my letter to the experiences of the last 
two weeks. Naturally the first thing I want to 
speak of is Doctor's public lectures, which began 
the next evening after our arrival here and con- 
tinued through a course of ten, besides a class 
was organized for private lectures of morning 
until fifteen are given. Doctor's reception in his 
work has been gratifying to him, as his audi- 
ences have been complimentary in size and the 
interest manifested. He also' has had the pleas- 
ure of becoming acquainted with a practitioner 
of Suggestive-Therapeutics, whO' has been here 
two years and finds him to be a thinker and in- 
vestigator. He gave the Doctor a cordial wel- 
come as a co-worker and his courteous recogni- 
tion helped introduce Doctor to the community. 
While treating diseases by suggestion is not such 
a novelty out here as it would be in Kentucky, 
I am told there are comparatively few who un- 
derstand the science, and the practitioner men- 
tioned has all he can do in treating and instruct- 
ing classes and he has expressed pleasure in hav- 
ing another teacher help him enlighten the public. 

I staid in Seattle to attend the public lectures, 
as I told Doctor I must learn as soon as possible 
the scientific basis of his profession. Of course, 
I have advantage of exclusive private lessons 


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and Doctor calls me his ‘‘star pupil/’ and I pre- 
sume I have a stronger incentive to heed in- 
struction than any others. He says my music will 
be a medium of healing as well as a help in 
lecture programs. How anxious I am to be a 
real helper in his grand work. Let me tell you, 
Florence, the last two weeks in this great country 
has already broadened my views of life’s possi- 
bilities. I’m puzzled to determine whether it’s 
the atmosphere of the place or whether it is be- 
cause I’m the wife of a broad-minded man who 
has seen enough of the world at large to know 
there is no excuse for narrowness of life or a 
circumscribed horizon in the roomy world of 
Thought so few care to enter. 

I can only give you the general subject of 
Doctor’s lectures to let you have an idea of their 
nature, but I hope in the near future he will 
publish them in book form, though even then 
much of their power will be lost that comes 
from the wordless instruction through the per- 
sonality of the speaker who knows of what he 
speaks by years of practice as well as theory. I 
send you press notices, as they bring out points 
I can not now bring out in a letter. His first 
lecture was a comprehensive one on Soul Culture 
and the ones following were practical application 


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A Glimpse of Love 


of soul power in healing mental, physical and 
moral diseases, introduced by mentioning the 
sources of disease, and he made everything so 
plain it seemed strange we have not more fully 
comprehended before instead of stumbling along 
in the dark. Father and Harold are much pleased 
with Doctor’s progressiveness. Father has studied 
much since he has been here along lines of prac- 
tical psychology and has done much towards 
upLfting the wayward and discouraged; in fact, 
has been a medical missionary in a quiet way in 
Seattle, so Mildred and Harold tell me. He is 
writing up some of his observations that may be 
helpful to others in finding the needs of humanity 
and the best way to aid them in making the best 
of life’s opportunities. He works with faith in 
humanity’s being better than it seems, conse- 
quently appeals to whatever is best in the man. 
He says there is no way to lead a man who has 
gone wrong to do right without you make him 
feel you believe there is good within himself that 
can overcome evil. Father was glad to find the 
Doctor emphasized in every lecture the existence 
of this divine element in the individual, thus giv- 
ing the person and those who try to restore him 
to moral and physical health a never-failing ally. 

Since looking into the power of suggestion, I 


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wonder that children grow up as good as they 
are, for there are comparatively few who do not 
have more wrong than right suggestions when 
we consider the standard in the average home, 
among professional church leaders and the great 
tendency in literature to show up life under false 
colors. I can work with greater sympathy when 
I consider the fact that I who have been blessed 
with the best home influences, find enough draw- 
backs to reaching high ideals, so what must be 
the temptations and struggles of the host of per- 
sons less favorably surrounded? I am happy in 
realizing there is a wider door of usefulness open 
to me than ever before, and the experiences of 
forty years will enable me to more surely go 
forward than in the past. 

Seattle is a very interesting city to me, much 
more so than inland cities of the East. The 
most pleasing view of it, I think, is as the boat 
enters the bay, as we see it a city set on hills 
one above another. At night the electric lights 
show up beautifully as we approach the water 
front from the Sound. Elliot Bay, with its 
many boats and large ships, foreign as well as 
our own, afford a novelty of scene to one unac- 
customed to such and always interesting to even 
those familiar with it. Doctor and I were out 


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every afternoon we could go sight-seeing, so I 
feel quite well acquainted with the general plan 
of the city and can see the prophecy of ^'Greater 
Seattle’' already materializing. Its location be- 
tween Puget Sound and Lake Washington, with 
their tributaries and the mountain peaks and 
ranges, give it a scenic advantage rarely found. 
I have been favored with one good view of Mt. 
Rainier, which it is said I should appreciate, as 
during the rainy season it is not often the tourist 
is at the right place at the right time to see it. 
The natural parks are a pleasing feature and must 
afford much comfort to thousands during the 
spring and summer. The immense evergreens 
are a great sight to an Easterner and a forest of 
them is magnificent. I have had the pleasure of 
exploring one near the ranch, with Doctor. I 
wish you could see a lovely, rustic home Cupid 
built for two lovers up there. I told Doctor to or- 
der one like it for us. We two lovers are very much 
interested in the two much younger ones who 
launched their bark a few weeks before we did, 
and, as happy as birds, are perched amid Na- 
ture’s bower, where love can develop without the 
conventionalities of society to dwarf by unwhole- 
some suggestions. The young couple are refined 
and intelligent, and I prophecy success for them 


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Or the Doctor's Wooing 


in the highest sense of the term. I am enthused 
by the plucky persons I meet; most everyone 
seems to have an aim and is busy working for 
it, the most interesting to me being the home- 
building instinct manifested. If some Eastern 
boys I know had the grit to come out here and 
work for a modest home, instead of trying to find 
girls to give them some, they would command 
respect and have more self-respect, too. I do 
not consider it too primitive to work for Love’s 
sweet sake, by any means. The social problem 
occupying the attention of moralists will not be 
solved until parents, teachers in colleges, pulpit 
and the press emphasize the love side of life 
more. We find that to ''marry weir’ in the eyes 
of the majority means he or she advanced money 
interests by the alliance. 

School buildings indicate that Seattle has edu- 
cational advantages. The State University 
grounds are to be part of the Alaska- Yukon- 
Pacific Ecxposition landscape. By the way, the 
managers say the exposition will be opened at 
the date announced, June ist, though much re- 
mains to be done. There are a number of fine 
church buildings and many small ones, which 
speak well for religious bodies. I understand 
the Y. M. C. A. and Y. W. C. A. are active 


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organizations and there is much need in Western 
cities for personal work in throwing proper in- 
fluences around the host of young men and 
women away from home, and these two agencies 
come in touch with many who' would otherwise 
drift into wrong associations from loneliness. I 
notice a wholeheartedness in greetings out here 
when persons are casually thrown together that 
is pleasing to me, but I understand extreme East- 
erners sometimes think it borders on too much 
familiarity, but I recognize a very different spirit, 
due to all having been at some time strangers, 
so enter into the average stranger’s desire to be 
made to feel at home. You feel this atmosphere 
of friendliness everywhere you go-, and you find 
yourself unlacing the conventional stays that 
hold the soul in rigid embrace and your real, 
warm-hearted, true self begins to expand in re- 
sponsive warmth and you are willing tO' belong 
to the brotherhood of man and give at least a 
smile in acknowledgment. 

I know I am perceiving the most pleasing 
phases of Western life as a visitor and the forces 
of evil are busy creating hideousness, but I am 
going to continue enlarging upon the wholesome 
side of life wherever I go, as I believe there is 
scientific reason for making the pure side promi- 


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Or the Doctor's Wooing 


nent and show its attractiveness in every way to 
counteract the ugly pictures of social and busi- 
ness life that are brought out morning, noon and 
night to our homes by the daily press and form 
the chief topic of conversation with many, creat- 
ing a pessimistic attitude toward humanity, be- 
cause few take note of the hourly evidences of 
love around us. 

Doctor finishes his class lectures next week, 
and we will soon start to San Francisco-. We are 
hoping father will go with us. He, Harold and 
Mildred wish Doctor would locate in Seattle, and 
it would be desirable to me if he were as well 
pleased as in San Francisco. I wish for a long 
talk with you and Roland, as I have been so long 
accustomed to talking over mutual interest with 
you, but my lot will be cast in pleasant places no 
matter where I go if my other self be along, and 
I wish I knew every woman is as happy. I be- 
lieve if men could realize how happy they could 
make women by a reasonable amount of appre- 
ciation, they would not dole out their evidences of 
regard as grudgingly as many husbands do. I 
know women are not perfect, but know as a rule 
they are more loyal in love than men, and I am 
not at all convinced it is because the object of 
woman’s affection is more lovable than that upon 


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which man professes to bestow his admiration; 
this, by the way, to* show I am, though happily 
married, going to stand up for my sex on that 
subject. With much love for you, Roland and 
the dear children, I am, as ever. 

Your sister, MARY. 

On the evening of March 21st the MacDonald 
family, including Dr. Duvall and wife, sat around 
the library fire, each endeavoring to keep up a 
cheerful conversation, but the fact that tomorrow 
this pleasant circle would be broken by the de- 
parture of three of the number kept obtruding, 
for no matter how optimistic we are, there is no 
shutting out the plain evidences that prove we 
can never be sure that the happy surroundings 
of today will be possible tomorrow, next week or 
any other time again, and those who' love much 
are only outwardly reconciled to separations that 
are a large part of this busy world’s experiences. 

‘'Charlie, I want you and father to consider 
that proposition about building that institution. 
I believe that highest point up there on the ranch 
by the county road is an ideal location. I feel 
confident that in a year or two the car lines will 
give frequent service so it will be accessible from 
Seattle and Everett, and yet have the quiet of 


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retirement for your pupils or patients/’ said 
Mr. MacDonald. 

'‘Yes, we will consider the matter after we get 
to San Francisco. My work there has been all 
I could do, and I can’t tell how long it may take 
me to close up there, even if I conclude to come 
back here. If the doctor I left in charge proves 
to have done well with the work, that will aid in 
the solution. He has studied with me quite a 
long while and I think will be a fine practitioner 
after he has more experience, and I think likely 
being left responsible while I was away has been 
a great benefit to him in cultivating confidence.” 

"You had better come back when cherries are 
ripe. I venture to say you never saw anything 
like this cherry orchard in California,” said Mrs. 
MacDonald. 

"I presume we will have to give you the prize 
on cherries, but I guess we can show up a few 
grapes and other fruits in a contest,” smilingly 
replied Dr. Duvall. 

"I want to come back and watch over the dove 
cote on the hill,” said Mrs. Duvall. 

"Mary wants me to build her a log cabin like 
John’s. I’m inclined to think her Kentucky 
friends wouldn’t be able to appreciate the ro- 


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A Glimpse of Love 


mance if she were to write them we had set up 
housekeeping in a log cabin/’ 

might make a compromise and be satisfied 
with one of those artistic shingled bungalows 
with mission finish and fitted up with mission 
furniture like we saw the other day. They seem 
to fit into this scenery,” said Mrs. Duvall. 

^‘You make your plans and have them ready, 
and I dare say we will work them out sooner or 
later. In the meantime home to me will be where 
my wife is ; I have been a lonesome old bachelor 
so many years.” i 

^‘Mary, you and Charlie must sing some to- 
night, as it may be a while before we have an- 
other chance to hear you, though I’m going to try 
Charlie’s theory about suggestion and hold the 
idea of your coming back here, and I think father 
and Mildred will help me,” said Mr. MacDonald. 

''Yes, if wishing it will bring you back, you 
will have to come,” said Mrs. MacDonald. 

"Thanks. I’m sure there is much attraction 
this way for us both, and if duty doesn’t conflict, 
we are likely to consider returning favorably,” 
replied Dr. Duvall. 

The rest of the evening was spent with music, 
the chief musicians being Dr. and Mrs. Duvall, 
but songs were sung by all in chorus and the 


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Or the Doctor's Wooing 


blending of hearts made melody so the dis- 
cordant tones were not conspicuous and all re- 
tired for the night happy in the realization that 
heaven commences on earth in the companion- 
ship of kindred spirits. 

On a hill in the city of San Francisco within 
a new bungalow a happy woman busied herself, 
giving home touches to the furniture by unpack- 
ing some pictures, books and center pieces of 
embroidery and drawn work, and changing chairs 
and other small pieces of furniture from place to 
place to observe the best effect, and then survey- 
ing the result with apparent satisfaction, called, 
‘'Father, please come and see how this room 
looks.’’ 

In response the familiar form of Dr. Mac- 
Donald came in from the porch overlooking the 
bay and said, “Daughter, it looks like you and 
so it is homelike to me.” 

“I’m so glad you like our family room. It is so 
nice to have you with me in setting up for house- 
keeping in my new home. I want to have this 
room and yours fitted up especially to make you 
feel at home in them.” 

“Mary, child, you are so much like your 
mother I feel her presence nearer than for a long 
time,” said the father, putting his arm around 


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A Glimpse of Love 


the daughter and fondly stroking her hair as she 
hid her face on his shoulder to conceal the tears 
that memory of a devoted mother brought, since 
she no longer was in reach of loving hands. 

''Father, I like toi believe she knows of my 
happiness, too.’’ 

"She loved Charlie and mothered him with 
our own boys, and were she here she would be 
proud of his development and glad of your mar- 
riage.” 

"Father, you and mother gave us children the 
right ideas of marriage, and I couldn’t get away 
from them, though I felt the last few years I 
was never to have the desires of my soul grati- 
fied, and the temptation came toi try to* care for 
some good man and become his wife, but the 
attempt ended by recalling yours and Mother’s 
advice not to marry until love was so great it 
was unnecessary tO' reason one’s self into marry- 
ing.” 

"Mary, you will never regret being true to 
your womanhood, though the years I know were 
long in your waiting, but marriage is so differ- 
ent from any other relationship, men and women 
can’t afford to make a mistake and they wouldn’t 
make the terrible mistakes they do if they would 
listen as you and Charlie have done to- the claims 


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of the souhs interests and desires instead of the 
demands of the side of their natures that per- 
tains only to the earth life. Charlie will be a 
proud and happy husband when he comes this 
evening to his first real home he has had since 
he was a child.’^ 

'^1 can hardly wait for him to come. He will 
be surprised we have gotten so well settled the 
first day. I haven't taken time to look out at 
scenery much today." 

''We have a grand view of the bay, and we 
may learn to love it like we do Puget Sound." 

"Isn’t this a beautiful world anywhere you go ! 
I feel sorry for persons who are insensible to 
natural scenery; they starve their souls contin- 
ually, though food is freely ofifered them." 

Dr. Duvall was no less impatient than his 
wife for the approach of the home-going hour, 
and no happier man could be found than he as 
he closed his office and started home. How 
changed his circumstances since that January 
night he walked up Market street alone with no 
home to go to. Now there is a loving woman 
who has for years kept the first place in her life 
for him and waits to welcome him to their new 
place of abode. At last the car reaches the street 
nearest home and Dr. Duvall lightly swings down 


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from the steps and hurries up the block and sees 
a loved figure in the door and smiles gather 
around his heart and he wants to sing a love 
song to express his emotion, but remembers this 
is not a sylvan retreat where his voice can mingle 
with love songs of birds, and he must deport 
himself with dignity becoming a middle-aged, 
professional man and wait until within the pri- 
vacy of his own home to give expression to the 
joy that thrills him. 

Smiles answered smiles as he stepped within 
the door, then the world is shut out and Love’s 
sweet caresses place a seal upon the door of two 
hearts that admit no desecration of the sacred 
precinct of home. 


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